"Right, yes, y-yes, of course you a--why, why wouldn't you be?" Bodhi pulls at his goggles, fumbling them over his chin and nose and shoving them back up his scalp. The tight pull at his hair helps, the way a shower and a clean set of clothes sometimes tricks his brain into thinking he can manage potshots from the universe. "Me too, I'm--I don't know, I just thought, see, Chirrut knows things sometimes."
Then, as though this is a universal concept that surely must apply even to bodyswapped aliens, Bodhi explains: "The Force sp-speaks to him. Sometimes he even, uh, shares with the, the rest of the class."
Baze's telltale snort echoes from the depths of their shared quarters like a blastershot.
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Date: 2019-03-07 05:56 am (UTC)Then, as though this is a universal concept that surely must apply even to bodyswapped aliens, Bodhi explains: "The Force sp-speaks to him. Sometimes he even, uh, shares with the, the rest of the class."
Baze's telltale snort echoes from the depths of their shared quarters like a blastershot.