BB-8

*Making a humming sound, the praises of his pilot make the astrotech light up with pride and affection*

*Beeps flirtatiously*

Curling up in a chair, the hybrid sighs, utterly exhausted.

The hybrid wad completely and utterly lost, looking through everything and unable to choose what might work best. When be finally settled on something, he hoped that the other man would approve, stepping from the closet to put himself on display for the pilot. "Master Poe?"

{Attempts to put one of Poe's curls back into place}

Commander Dameron's signature is so messy, it doesn't even look like his name, anymore.

Back from a long mission away, the hybrid relaxes in the officer lounge.

He toes at the broken, singed remains of who he once was, hands in his pockets and lips pursed into a thin line.

Slowly, the hybrid shuffles up to the other male, saying nothing as he sets down a little box in front of the pilot, opening it quietly to reveal the simple pendant inside.

"Sir, the button--The--The top one isn't--Sir, I cannot let you go out looking like this, your shirt is unbuttoned." Someone has to keep Poe decent.

Stepping out into the snow, the hybrid tugs the furry hood of his jacket close.