Baze leans heavily against a wall, holding Chirrut in one arm while taking the purse in his free hand. The older man shakes the purse, trying to count how much is inside without actually opening it. He decides from the jingling of credits that it's enough, and he has a bit of money of his own from his earlier begging, so he shifts his grip on Chirrut and starts running to a black market store in an alley across town.
Baze purposefully doesn't look at Chirrut's face, at how pale he is. The large man hauls his friend to the niche store, pushing aside the red curtain blocking the door way with Baze's shoulder. "I need bacta," he says to the shopkeeper behind the counter, panic and worry tightening his voice.
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Date: 2017-04-11 08:51 am (UTC)Baze purposefully doesn't look at Chirrut's face, at how pale he is. The large man hauls his friend to the niche store, pushing aside the red curtain blocking the door way with Baze's shoulder. "I need bacta," he says to the shopkeeper behind the counter, panic and worry tightening his voice.