Ren could handle the floor. Sure. But Ren didn't want to handle the floor.
"I'm not a kriffing Jedi, Hux," he snapped, glowering for all he was worth now once more, "the lack of brown robes and talk about peace, pacifism and tranquillity should have given away as much."
He placed himself right in the middle of the bed, uncaring that he was still wearing his shoes. This was a matter of principle.
"I'll take you to the proprietor to talk about sharing, but the bed is mine!" And he did not care how childish it was. He had been here first. It should count for something.
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"I'm not a kriffing Jedi, Hux," he snapped, glowering for all he was worth now once more, "the lack of brown robes and talk about peace, pacifism and tranquillity should have given away as much."
He placed himself right in the middle of the bed, uncaring that he was still wearing his shoes. This was a matter of principle.
"I'll take you to the proprietor to talk about sharing, but the bed is mine!" And he did not care how childish it was. He had been here first. It should count for something.