Chirrut leaves off huffing at Baze's fussing when she handles his wrist - her grip is sure, firm without being rough, almost on the edge of being impersonal - the way he'd judge if his bowcaster required repairs. Her fingers are dry, the cuticles rough when they drag against his skin, roughened by repeated washing.
"He flirts when he's nervous." He alerts the woman sotto voce, though not nearly soft enough to avoid being overheard.
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Date: 2017-04-01 08:01 am (UTC)"He flirts when he's nervous." He alerts the woman sotto voce, though not nearly soft enough to avoid being overheard.
He'd say this was a mistake. That'd be a lie.
"He worries about the needles."