tushanshu_logs | open-ish; july log

Characters: Hux + anyone
Date: July
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: will update as needed

his house in the sky sector;

No one should ever mention just how unreasonably long it took Hux and Ren to figure out that there was housing available for foreigners in the Sky Sector. Clearly the camping they did in the woods was a necessary training exercise. For survival. Voluntarily. Needless to say, however, Hux is more than thrilled to live somewhere more civilised again. He’s even shaved the camping beard he grew in celebration.

There’s no telling how long these almost-high spirits will keep up; Phasma makes for a good roommate, but the same cannot be said for Ren. It’s only a matter of time before one of them finally snaps and kills the other, especially considering that establishing house rules and interior decorating has become such a focal point of their tension.

While Hux isn’t keen on the prospect of visitors, anyone can stop by invited or not; they simply might not get a warm reception.

shopping; closed to Phasma

Neither of them could very well go on with only having an outfit or two to spare. Any kind of shopping is the last thing that Hux wants to do, but Phasma was able to convince him to go along with it. It might have taken some persistence, but the moment Ren became too insufferable to be around, Hux was more than willing to do literally anything else.

The selection of clothing leaves much to be desired; apparently it’s too much to ask for to have ten identical uniforms on hand for him. Well. That’s not necessarily true; he fully intends to put the seamstresses to work, but he needs something else to wear in the meantime.

“This is at least black.” He shows it Phasma, though obviously unhappy with it. Hopefully she’s having better luck than he is.

out and about;

For the most part, Hux keeps himself busy throughout the month, though in the moments he gives himself, he can often be found in the library, reading up on various topics, as well as spending time in the palace gardens.

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"Hux! Phasma!" Kylo bellowed as soon as he approached their house, floating a black monstrosity of a table in front of him. "Come and help me take this inside!"

It had been a day for Kylo Ren and it wasn't even noon. But now here he was, his table of ashes rescued from the pawnshop and their foul intentions thwarted. Why, they had been about to throw away the ashes he had lovingly collected over the course of years. He'd been barely in time.

Now it was just a matter of convincing his housemates that the table should have a place of honor...

This was a temporary home, one to last only for their duration on this turtle. While he didn't want to become too invested, Hux had specific standards that he wanted to upkeep for their combined house and base of operations. Needless to say, Ren's disgusting ash table hardly fit into Hux's vision.

He stood on the front stop of the house, arms crossed. "What, exactly, is that?"

In response to his idiotic question, he received a glare and a snarl. "You know very well what this is, and I don't want to hear any more complaining about it!" he snapped. "This house is mine as much as yours, and I've decided the table of ashes is going into the living room, where it will be a statement and warning to all who visit, and a constant reminder of my goals."

Hux continued not to look impressed. "That's gauche, even for you." He appreciated Ren's dedication to his goals- so long as they aligned with that of the First Order -and likewise, his ruthlessness. But his interior decorating preferences left much to be desired.

"It can go in the backyard; it is not coming in the house."

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on to patience instead of simply choking Hux, or flinging the ash in his face. "It holds ashes! It can't stay where it suffers rain and wind."

He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. "And the house is mine as much as it is yours. I won't let you dictate what I may keep inside."

"It's far from hygienic, and frankly, it's disgusting."

He was wasting his breath trying to reason with him, and Hux knew that. But it didn't stop him from arguing anyway.

"In any case, I'm not helping you with that. You seem to have maneuvering it under control."

"You could be helping me because you have even a modicum of respect for our alliance," Kylo grumbled under his breath. But he was already floating the tray of ashes again, not expecting Hux to change his mind. "You're a terrible sidekick, I don't know why Supreme Leader Snoke saddled me with you."

Yes. Sidekick. He went there.

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