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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut has been adoring the summer rain, warmer than any rain on Jedha and gentle as the showers indoors.

It's still not nearly as cold as Jedha, not even remotely - he can go outside without heavy gear and still end up being able to feel his fingers and toes. However, the cooler fall rain is distinctly less pleasant to do forms in, and while the Caribbean is still bone-roastingly warm, the drenching between the beach and the bar somewhat ruins the effect.

So Chirrut is inside, in a quieter part of the bar, running through his stretches where he has space, and can still 'people watch' to his heart's content.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi comes out of the kitchen, carrying a large tray of cheeses. He sits down at one of the tables and starts wrapping and labelling them, setting aside a selection for Baze and Chirrut.

He's aware of Chirrut, like a gravity well. But he won't disturb the guardian until he's finished his work-out.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut, who has a very fluid working relationship with decorum, pushes up to a full handstand.

And then lifts a hand to wave at Bodhi.

"That harder cheese, the one with the more bite to it? That is good." Chirrut now has time to form opinions on cheese, a novel concept.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi waves back and nods. "I'm glad you liked it. I'll put some extra aside for you and Baze."

[idontneedluck]

"Good, we can have it for dinner." Cheese, he's been told, won't hoard well. So why not eat it now? There's little sense in waiting until tomorrow. One day isn't more precious than the other, here.

[imthepilot]

"Chirrut?" Bodhi asks softly. "I'm sorry. For what I said."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut cocks his head, his smile settling a little, broadening a little.

"Thank you, that is appreciated. You are forgiven, of course." Chirrut suspects Baze had something to do with this - he'll have to question the man, later.

[imthepilot]

As easy as that? Oh... good. Bodhi's shoulders relax, letting go of tension he didn't realise he was holding.

"Was there anything else you enjoyed in particular?" He gestures to the tray of cheeses he's wrapping.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut's face crinkles in confusion for a moment, before a very awkward gestures that is perhaps meant to be a shrug (it is shockingly difficult to shrug upside-down, he's found).

"The beach outside?" He hazards, confusion still heavy in his voice. He enjoys quite a lot of things here.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi smiles softly. "I meant of the cheeses. I can pack them crackers and dried fruit too."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is fond of rain. Storms are thrilling and pulse-pounding, but gentle rain is calming to the soul. The chill to this rain, however, finds Ganymede inside like Chirrut, though he's not stretching or doing any exercise: he's just carving a long hollow piece of bone with a sharp birdsbeak knife.

And watching people--like Chirrut--as well. "Too cold outside for you?"

[idontneedluck]

"Too wet." Chirrut explains, evidently used to chatting while twisting himself into impossible knots. "And cold enough to make the wet unpleasant."

[the_cupbearer]

"Not fond of winter storms?" he asks, shaving off a splintering curl of material. "Or fall ones."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut thinks of the wind whistling high and sharp over the mesa, and smiles wryly.

"Not particularly. If duty does not force me to endure the storm in all its discomfort, I do not know why I must."

[the_cupbearer]

"I would say there is no need to, certainly not here," he says. Ganymede has been cold and wet before and it was distinctly unpleasant to him too, when he couldn't escape it.

"I do find the sound is the same. Sitting near a window where I can hear it."

[idontneedluck]

"The sound?" Chirrut asks curiously, as he twists into another contortion. "What do you mean?"

[the_cupbearer]

"The sound of rain fallling," Ganymede explains. "Have you ever listened to it?"

[idontneedluck]

"It did not rain often on Jedha, but it did often enough to learn the sound." Chirrut offers. "It almost seems unnatural, how much it rains here."

[last_kallig]

"Hello, Chirrut!" Ibani replies as she comes downstairs. "Up for a spar?"

[idontneedluck]

"In the rain?" Chirrut retorts as he pushes himself up to a handstand, languidly. "When I could be warm in here?"

[last_kallig]

"Ah, I didn't know it was raining outside," Ibani replies. "I don't blame you for wanting to stay warm instead."

Ibani joins Chirrut in a handstand, because why not?

"I'll just have to try new tricks on you in a spar when it's dry outside."

[idontneedluck]

"New tricks? Haven't you bruised my bones enough with your current tricks?" Chirrut jibes, "So cruel to an old man."

As if he wasn't giving as good as he got the whole time.

[last_kallig]

Ibani snorts and rolls her eyes as she stays in the handstand. "Hah, old man! I'm sure you've fooled many people with that act, but I'm not among them."

"Besides, would you rather I test them for the first time in a real fight?" she points out, logically.

The floor boards creak slightly as Ibani shifts to a one handed hand stand.

[idontneedluck]

"I'll give you real fight." Chirrut grumbles - Ibani never falls for his old man routine, it's tragic. "Trying to bait me now?"

[last_kallig]

"Bait you, never!" Ibani replies, shifting to the other arm for the one handed handstand. "I meant a real fight as in actual combat."

"We'll see how my solution for being disarmed works."

[idontneedluck]

"Kicking generally helps, when you have no arms." Chirrut grins cheerfully, upside-down. "Biting is also an option. Biting while kicking takes a fair amount of technique."