Thread by @utoqiaplanitia

Okay, so, here's the #GingerRose continuation:

Hux lowered his head to hide his flushed face and watched Commander Rose Tico through his lashes. Tico gently scratched the top of Millicent's head, the cat shamelessly leaning into the caress, emitting a low purr. (1/?)

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He scoffed when he saw the traces of old oil stains on the Commander's deceptively delicate looking hands - she'd better not leave any traces on Millicent's fur! Dirty rebels, with their soft voices and too nice smiles and... No! (2/?)

He managed to suppress these treacherous thoughts almost as soon as they entered his brain, giving his head a barely perceptible shake.
His existence was at last acknowledged when Tico raised herself to her diminutive height: "I brought you some treats for Milli. (3/?)

Oh, and your breakfast!" Sitting on his cot with his back to the wall, he watched her push a tablet with the usual ration bar, a thermos and a little box through the slot at the bottom of his transparisteel cell. (4/?)

The very same one Millicent used to leave and explore her surroundings. Even if he took pride in his cat's cleanliness, he found these barbarians' lack of regard for hygiene standards thoroughly disturbing.
Looking up in Tico's face, he noticed some colour on her cheeks. (5/?)

What had she to be embarrassed about? He was the one having to listen to her sweet-talking to his cat, sitting there in a too tight short-sleeved shirt and loose pants, hair flopping around his head and a few days worth of stubble on his face. (6/?)

He hadn't felt this self-conscious about his appearance for years, feeling almost naked without his hair gel and uniform. (7/?)

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(No idea if anyone's even reading this, but anyway, here's the next parts #gingerrose):

Tico seemed to make an effort to get a hold of herself and addressed him with same question as everyday: "Are you ready to cooperate yet? (8/0)

You do remember that you own us your life, don't you?" Hux knew this conversation almost by heart now. Tico would remind him that his loyalty was misplaced, he didn't own anything to First Order which almost succeeded in killing him and throwing him out like garbage. (9/0)

His mind flashed back to that day, the pain after Pryde had shot him. Trying not to show he was still breathing under his Beskar vest and to lie still when he was dragged away and thrown down the next trash compactor. (10/0)

Hux still felt an echo of the pain after the drop, how his whole body had hurt and his wounds were slowly bleeding out. He remembered scrambling for his subspace transceiver and how he had made one last desperate call over the secure line to his contact in the Resistance. (11/0)

When his call had been answered, it had brought him one last bright shining spark of hope. Then that spark, too, was consumed by Darkness, and Hux knew no more before groggily waking up in the Resistance's medbay. (12/0)

(Yes, that's taken, slightly changed, right from the novel. This is how that part should have ended.
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