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[Ahch-To]
A crisply pressed white Jedi robe waited on the back of the shuttle’s lavatory door.
Kylo Ren ran his long fingers through his dark hair. His locks were soft, and glossy, to be sure, but all the hair products in the galaxy wouldn’t satisfy him today.
Disgusted, he plunged his head over the facet, once more, resolved to start over. Head soaked, he grasped for the last dry towel, and allowed a brooding puff of air to escape his wet lips.
He didn’t know why he bothered.
It wasn’t like she’d notice the lengths he went for his appearance.
Besides, his eyes seemed to bother her somehow. She never met or kept his gaze for very long. The scar over his eyebrow, the reminder of their duel, probably disturbed her as well.
He glanced back at the robe. White. It had to be white. Of all the colors, white was the very one that would wash his complexion out the most.
But he paused to consider, she wanted it, had chosen the color. Requested it.
As he swept the comb through his hair, he knew it was probably the only pleasure he’d be giving the bride on their wedding day. Although it was next to nothing, a trifle, Ren would never deny a wish from the Scavenger.
From outside the door, Chewbacca, the infernal Wookie, gave an impatient roar.
“I need more time!” Ren growled with frustration. This wasn’t the sort of day to be rushed! But what would a Wookie know? The tangled walking carpet had probably been married in a dung heap.
Never one to give up the last word, Chewbacca growled back.