Private Would You Kindly

[Okuma Milogen]

Braze

The teen seemed… chipper, relieved, and overall in a good mood as they strolled through the space station owned by the company started by their father. Now once more he would be tormenting their heir. All with the expressed permission of the mother as well. She had her plans and expectations, some of which went against Okuma’s own personal goals and aspirations. For the first time in a long time Okuma was thinking for himself.

Okuma followed closely behind, keeping his thoughts and feelings in check as to not alert the young prodigy to his presence. Keeping track as they walked through the station, where every corner seemed to house a small collection of vending machines. Almost too casually, Okuma approached Braze from behind and raised his hand. Lowering it down onto the teen’s shoulder. His yellow eyes looking down at the boy and a knowing smirk etched across his features.

Nobody else around them paid the two any mind. To any onlookers the Okuma just looked to be the boy’s father or big brother. They had enough superficial similarities. “Disregarding the expectations placed on you? Now we have more in common, perhaps you and I really are kindred spirits, ay Braze?” Okuma spoke, his tone ever soft and calm.

“Walk with me…” He said, half a request and half a command. His hand moved to Braze’s back where he’d gently push him along as they strolled through the station together now. “I left you in quite a hurry last time we met. A mistake on my behalf I don’t intend to repeat. I have many burning questions about you and your beloved Verida.”

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[Braze]

TAGS: Okuma Milogen

Braze's hackles rose before he even registered why.

Something in the Force screamed at him with an urgent, almost dissonant feeling, like warning klaxons buried beneath layers of static. It wasn't danger in the traditional sense, but a wrongness he couldn't place. His steps faltered for half a second, and his chest tightened with a creeping sense of familiarity he couldn't explain.

Why did it feel like they'd met before?

The pale man's hand guided him forward gently, and Braze's body obeyed more out of habit than trust. He couldn't shake the feeling that something important had just slipped him by, just out of reach, like waking from a dream too soon. His thoughts, which had been focused on where to go next, faded into the fog of this strange encounter.

And then there was that word... expectations? Spoken so casually, but it landed heavily in his chest. He couldn't tell if it was a taunt... Braze glanced up at the man, tension pulling between his shoulders as his snowy white brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry… who are you again?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. He didn't mean to sound accusatory, but the unease was sinking in fast....This felt very wrong, and worse yet? This felt familiar.

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