[ the droid. bb-8. his logs. he knew they'd scour through them for information about the resistance, but he didn't factor in his personal logs. another thing that he should have accounted for, but did not.
of course, he didn't account for being telekinetically flung into the table, either. his arms scramble to grab at the table for support, only to find himself pinned. instead, he grabs at her wrist and tries to pry her hand off his hip. he's not entirely sure he can get away, but it doesn't have to be like this. ]
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of course, he didn't account for being telekinetically flung into the table, either. his arms scramble to grab at the table for support, only to find himself pinned. instead, he grabs at her wrist and tries to pry her hand off his hip. he's not entirely sure he can get away, but it doesn't have to be like this. ]
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