"... About what? Needing the sonic? I mean, we only have the one, so..." Chirrut calls back, hastily securing his robes from long habit (and a bit of hidden stitching to let him know which side goes on the outside). Chirrut palms open the door, nearly running into a
(Force he smells good)
sweaty Baze for his troubles.
"Sorry, gotta go or I'll be late." He adds as the bells high in the temple start chiming.
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Date: 2017-11-09 08:14 am (UTC)(Force he smells good)
sweaty Baze for his troubles.
"Sorry, gotta go or I'll be late." He adds as the bells high in the temple start chiming.