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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

Comments

[worstweasley]

I meant about the 'liking people' part of that sentence, but fine.

[Hux gives a bit of a grumble about hugging in general, but seems more or less content with that]

I'm not planning on improving that score, by the way.

[The first order doesn't give or receive hugs, Rhys]

[therushingsky]

Yeah, but I didn't wanna force you to admit that I'm your favourite.

[He's just gonna take it as a given.]

And don't be like that. That hug had potential. I could see you getting a solid B+ by the end of the semester.

[There's no way Hux is falling for this. Surely he can't apply his weird perfectionism to hugging.]

[worstweasley]

[He gives an eyeroll but neither can confirm nor deny that. Rhys is making him feel better about Bodhi, by some miracle]

And I suppose a failure would be equivalent to, what? A chokehold?

[therushingsky]

Or trying to wriggle free. You also would have lost points if you hadn't given me the little pat on the end.

[worstweasley]

You have an insipid and arbitrary grading rubric. Let this be the first average score I've ever earned.