armitage hux/kylo ren (star wars)
“I mean, come on! What kind of lifeguard wears a shirt?”
“Oh my god. Please stop talking.”
“Lifeguards are supposed to be all tan and buff and practically naked!” Kylo throws his hands up in the air. He hits the towel slung over his shoulder and it flies up, hitting Rey in the face.
He doesn’t apologize.
“What is he even getting paid for?” Kylo growls.
Rey sighs.
“Doing his job, presumably,” she says, under her breath. “Look, If you’re so offended by his clothes, go file a complaint. I’m sure management would love that.”
Management, would not, in fact, love that. They tell Kylo so expressly, ten minutes later, after Kylo has filled out a form in triplicate and ranted for a good five minutes about the importance of aesthetic value. After the all, this is a very fancy country club with a dress code for practically every other area – you’d think they’d be concerned about the aesthetics of their pool area, too.
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dispatches from the dumpster 