His murmured prayers halted as the other man’s voice cut through his thoughts. He paused, turning his head slightly and listening. He couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on his lips though. He’d quite like to see the young smuggler try. Old man he may be, but he was far from weak or incapable. He had never stopped training.
“The Force is with me and I am one with the Force,” he repeated one last time, almost as if testing his limit before shifting from his kneeling position into a cross-legged sitting position, resting his back against the wall and plastering an innocent look on his face as he turned towards the smuggler.
Jaw clenched tighter, hazel orbs darkening as the smuggler turned to face the other. They were already in a BAD SITUATION —— Han’s shoulders tense, brows tightly knit as his brain racked for a p l a n ; one that wouldn’t get him them KILLED.
An exasperated puff of air broke from dry lips, arms crossing in front of him as he took a few steps closer to the old man. “Tell me — that been workin’ for ya ?? Cause since we’re, I don’t know, STILL HERE, I’d say it’s not.” Sarcasm dripped from each syllable, the man cracking his knuckles out of nervous habit before he began to pace.
“So whaddaya say ?? Think that FORCE can get us outta this mess ?? ”
(Source: scruffysmuggler-blog)
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This PRAYER thing that this guy was doing was getting on his last nerve. Last time he checked, Jedi were the only ones who still believed in that force mumbo jumbo. && look at where that got ‘em. But this guy ?? He was pretty sure he wasn’t a Jedi, a protector of the temple sure, but that’s about it (or so he hoped, the smuggler didn’t exactly like surprises).
Teeth g r i t t i n g Han had enough. “LISTEN here, y’old man. If ya keep talkin’ like that, the FORCE is gonna come over there ‘n KICK ya where it hurts.” He’d been on many missions before, but all of them were taxing ; danger lurked, he could feel it’s glare seeping through him, clearly on edge. He needed to concentrate.
