[There is no end to the affection Baze feels in his heart for Chirrut, for this dumb, foolish old monk who can't seem to keep his moth shut for longer than ten seconds at a time. Even, on occasion, when sleeping. As if Baze might be at risk of forgetting he was there for a little while if not for Chirrut snoring in his ear.]
[It's what keeps him on this dusty old rock-- because Jedha hasn't felt like home in a long time now, but Chirrut does. He smiles to himself as he presses a kiss to Chirrut's shoulder, oh-so-kindly helping him disrobe for bed, breathing in the dust and the sand and the salt that's settled on his skin over the course of the day. Familiar scents that are all at once warm and comfortable; he smells like Jedha, and so Jedha is where he belongs. As long as Chirrut desires.]
[Kneeling carefully behind Chirrut, slipping his hands in the folds of his robes, Baze lifts his head to press a kiss against his neck. The touch of his lips light, ghosting over a steady, strong pulse as he asks the same question as every other night.]
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[It's what keeps him on this dusty old rock-- because Jedha hasn't felt like home in a long time now, but Chirrut does. He smiles to himself as he presses a kiss to Chirrut's shoulder, oh-so-kindly helping him disrobe for bed, breathing in the dust and the sand and the salt that's settled on his skin over the course of the day. Familiar scents that are all at once warm and comfortable; he smells like Jedha, and so Jedha is where he belongs. As long as Chirrut desires.]
[Kneeling carefully behind Chirrut, slipping his hands in the folds of his robes, Baze lifts his head to press a kiss against his neck. The touch of his lips light, ghosting over a steady, strong pulse as he asks the same question as every other night.]
Tell any good fortunes today?