Chirrut insists he's very likable while his wrist is wrapped, the odd pull of the bacta's slime against his skin a little distracting. Never mind now that smell is on his skin. Ugh, he'll need a good scrub after this.
"Baze, do you remember that brand new technician who came to help with temple physicals once? I think your vein was the first one she had ever attempted to draw blood from." He asks cheerfully, even if the tone rings a little hollow. He doesn't like needles any more than Baze does. They bite without any recourse for defense, sharp in sensitive skin. Better to ignore it than focus on the displeasure, however.
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Date: 2017-04-01 08:30 am (UTC)"Baze, do you remember that brand new technician who came to help with temple physicals once? I think your vein was the first one she had ever attempted to draw blood from." He asks cheerfully, even if the tone rings a little hollow. He doesn't like needles any more than Baze does. They bite without any recourse for defense, sharp in sensitive skin. Better to ignore it than focus on the displeasure, however.