"Of course," Baze says, with a rumbling sigh. He doesn't say anymore while he scarfs down his food, and holds up two more fingers to the food stall runners. He effortlessly plucks Chirrut's empty stick out of his hand and replaces it with a fresh one. "This is good."
After a third kebab, Baze finally slows down enough to enjoy it. He cups Chirrut's elbow again, just letting him know that he's still there. "So, shall we go find that medical wing? Or is there someone you want to eavesdrop on?"
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:59 am (UTC)After a third kebab, Baze finally slows down enough to enjoy it. He cups Chirrut's elbow again, just letting him know that he's still there. "So, shall we go find that medical wing? Or is there someone you want to eavesdrop on?"