[ trust or not, he wouldn't dream of sharing space with anyone, much less someone he doesn't even know. The fact that they're both stuck here (literally and figuratively) isn't really the point.
He doesn't believe in apology either; he frowns back as he meets Kylo's eyes through the reflection of the mirror, the corners of his mouth firmly downturned. ]
Do you really have to check yourself in the mirror the whole time? It's not gonna improve anything, believe me.
[The annoyance on his face turned straight to anger. He hadn't been -- checking himself, he'd barely been standing here, dressing as he normally would. Why couldn't people mind their own damn business and leave well enough alone without commentary? Already he wondered what the procedure there was to have someone ejected, or petition for solitary living.
Kylo snarled at Heine, then whipped around back towards the mirror, slamming his fist into it. It splintered, so he drew his arm back and struck it again, and again, until shards of glass showered down on the sink and the floor. By the time he turned to face Heine, his hand was bloody, and he looked even angrier than before the punching had started.]
Better?
[Glass crunching under his boots, he moved to shoulder past Heine, ready to shove if necessary.]
[ Heine doesn't look look taken aback or disturbed by the other's show of anger; he's too used to the sight of blood as he was, and also to dealing with people who seem to be prone to losing their cool around him. what weird coincidence, huh? all these people need some intense anger management classes instead of going off at him. ]
That was a bit of an overkill, you know? What did the mirror ever do to you?
[Kylo ignored Heine, and his comments, already rummaging around for something to wrap around his hand. His arm felt numb, jolted by the impact against the wall, but that was normal. Feeling would return, along with a dull throb of pain, and he looked forward to it. It helped center him, as few things did.]
Stop talking.
[He knew that order was going to go ignored. At least he could say he'd tried. After trailing blood around half their unit, and picking shards of glass out of his knuckles, he came up with a clean towel to wrap around his fist. Kylo had his back to Heine, actively ignoring him now.]
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He doesn't believe in apology either; he frowns back as he meets Kylo's eyes through the reflection of the mirror, the corners of his mouth firmly downturned. ]
Do you really have to check yourself in the mirror the whole time? It's not gonna improve anything, believe me.
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Kylo snarled at Heine, then whipped around back towards the mirror, slamming his fist into it. It splintered, so he drew his arm back and struck it again, and again, until shards of glass showered down on the sink and the floor. By the time he turned to face Heine, his hand was bloody, and he looked even angrier than before the punching had started.]
Better?
[Glass crunching under his boots, he moved to shoulder past Heine, ready to shove if necessary.]
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damn, bro. ]
Damn, bro.
[ Heine doesn't look look taken aback or disturbed by the other's show of anger; he's too used to the sight of blood as he was, and also to dealing with people who seem to be prone to losing their cool around him. what weird coincidence, huh? all these people need some intense anger management classes instead of going off at him. ]
That was a bit of an overkill, you know? What did the mirror ever do to you?
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Stop talking.
[He knew that order was going to go ignored. At least he could say he'd tried. After trailing blood around half their unit, and picking shards of glass out of his knuckles, he came up with a clean towel to wrap around his fist. Kylo had his back to Heine, actively ignoring him now.]