"Oh, Chirrut," Baze says, his formerly bright smile dimmed by his friend's entrance. Baze's shoulder slumps forward due to gravity and his broken collarbone as he kneels. He uses the hand not in the sling to cup Chirrut's chin and raise his face to him. "You always were over-dramatic."
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Date: 2017-04-25 07:49 am (UTC)