"Well, if you're tired, I can find someone else to beat on for a spell," Baze says, matching that smile. He steps onto the mat, light despite his bulk--and his distress about Chirrut. He knows he can't hide that from his friend's mysterious senses, but he can try to do Chirrut a favor and give him a decent sparring match.
Baze settles his bare feet on the mat. He clicks his tongue, and charges in.
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Date: 2017-11-09 06:01 am (UTC)Baze settles his bare feet on the mat. He clicks his tongue, and charges in.