Resizing Plot

[iprotectyou]

Baze Malbus did not expect to get drunk off of moonshine fumes, but, being trapped in a six-year-old's body, that's exactly what he did. Wilford ordered three whole cases of the stuff, needing it in a month's time, so Baze couldn't stop distilling, even though he'd shrunken. Now he's feeling euphoric and warm, tingly in the limbs and slightly light-headed, but not unpleasantly so.

He's currently standing on the bar top, ready to jump off of it. After all, he's a big boy now, and fearless--surely the landing won't be too bad.

He needs an adult.

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[cottoncandypink]

Too bad there don't seem to be many adults around.

After his eventuful evening last night, Wilford comes down now because he needs to get some food, and something for his pounding headache. Whether the headache and vague feeling that he wants to puke is left over from his panic attack or because he's hit the headachey, nauseas part of his withdrawal symptoms, he isn't sure. And he doesn't care. Despite everything, he is still technically an adult, and being an adult means being self-sufficient, so that's what he's doing.

Also, the puppy needed to go out and be fed. So he's also doing that.

At the bar, all Wilford originally intended to do was get something quick he could take upstairs for the both of them. And then he sees Baze thinking he can fly.

"Get down before you break your neck," he says.

Wow. Even talking seems to send shockwaves through his skull right now. Awesome.

[iprotectyou]

It's Wilford! Hiii, Wilford. Baze waves at him.

"May the Force of others be with you!" Baze says, giggling uproariously.

"Wanna watch me jump to the next table?"

[cottoncandypink]

Oh, are they friends again? When did that happen?

"You're going to get yourself killed."

He shakes his head and gets Buster a puppy-sized meal. A few pieces of lightly-grilled chicken, with the egg already cracked over it. He's not sure if the dog can eat the shell at this age.

[iprotectyou]

"If I do, I'll just come back," Baze says, and then frowns.

"But Chirrut wouldn't like it if I broke my neck. So I'd better get down, huh?"

He crouches, slowly, as he's clearly dizzy. Then he tries to climb off the bar, waving his foot a few inches off the floor.

Then he spots Wilford again.

"It's you. What do you want?"

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford stares at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what's going on. Gone is all his manic energy from the last time they crossed paths, though he's still trembling a bit. That's probably going to take longer to go away.

"I want dinner," he says.

The dog already has his. He just has to decide on what he wants.

[iprotectyou]

Baze sits on the countertop, clearly unable to figure out how to get down. Which is a shame, because he really wants to pet the puppy.

"Dinner is a great idea. I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole bantha. I haven't been this hungry since... Since... I can't remember," he says, squinting at Wilford. He swings his dangling feet back and forth.

"I'm still angry at you, by the way. But right now, I feel great, so that's okay."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford cringes at the incessant chatter. It goes straight through his skull.

He decides to order some chicken soup. Long, thick noodles and a milky white broth. It's exactly what he needs right now.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

Buster finishes his meal already, and heads over to Baze to see if there's any more. But he's tiny now, and can't reach the boy up on the counter.

[iprotectyou]

Baze looks left. Then right. His glance is shifty regardless ot where he looks, and he cups his hands around his mouth to stage whisper.

"I got totally drunk," he says, and then giggles.

"Off of moonshine fumes. I was trying to distill some! For you, actually! Cassidy is gonna be pissed. I wouldn't give him any alcohol. The hangover is gonna be terrible."

[cottoncandypink]

"I gave him some whiskey, and he didn't seem to like that much."

Neither of them did. It was awful in every way.

"If you want a hangover cure, I know a few."

If he's still alive tomorrow. He feels like he might not be.

[cook_the_rude]

"Are you sure you want to be doing that?" asks Roman Fell, who is sitting at the piano again and watching.

[iprotectyou]

"Preeeetty sure," Baze says, drawing out the word with a giggle.

"Hoi, Roman! May the Force of others be with you! Wanna see me jump to the table?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes please," Roman says. "I very much don't want you to miss and hit your head on a chair."

[iprotectyou]

"You think I would?" Baze says, cocking his little head to the side.

"If I hit my head, Chirrut wouldn't like that at all. I think."

[cook_the_rude]

Roman nods sagely. "Which is why you must sure you don't, when you jump," he says sagely. "Has Chirrut become small as well?"

[iprotectyou]

"He has!" Baze says, brightening considerably now that they're talking about his favorite subject.

"He's so tiny, it's ridiculous. And I can't protect him like this. I can't even pick up my gun."

[cook_the_rude]

"But there must be ways of protecting a tiny Chirrut even without weapons," Roman says. "Against bad ideas and the mean intentions of other people, for example."

[iprotectyou]

Baze throws his head back and cackles. The delighted, high-pitched laughter fills the room, and suits his frame.

"Oh, noooo, Chirrut is pretty good at protecting himself from those. He's a sassmaster, and often spots danger before I do when it comes to bad-intentioned people."

[arkadia]

People are very small today! It's weird!

"You should be careful," Eden remarks as he meanders over, rubbing at the bandages over his collarbone. "You might fall and die! That'd be bad. The waitrats would be very angry."

[iprotectyou]

"Eden!" It's Eden! Yay!

"Hiii, Eden. It's me, Baze!" the six-year-old says, holding his hands to his mouth to muffle his giggles.

"You really think I might die? Hey, are you injured? May the Force of others be with you!"

[arkadia]

Eden considers Baze gravely for a moment, then throws both his arms up in the air in the universal gesture of excitement.

"Baze! Hi! You're looking short today," he says, brightly. "I am. I got impaled on a spike. It sucked."

He doesn't sound like he minds.

[iprotectyou]

Baze cracks up. Him being short is the funniest thing he's ever heard.

"I am short! I am totally short!" he squeaks, his guffaw high-pitched, and loud.

"I'm sorry you got impaled on a spike! That does suck. But you look okay now, so that's good! Hey, wanna watch me jump onto that table?"

[arkadia]

"Sure! People jumping on tables is my favourite thing!"

(It's not.)

[iprotectyou]

"Okay! Here I go!" Baze says, bending his arms at the elbow and swinging them in preparation for his jump. He takes a wild leap, sails through the air, and lands on the table on one knee. He pants a little, having been momentarily terrified, and then bursts into raucous laughter.

"I did it!"

[arkadia]

Eden applauds, giving him a wide grin.

"That was a huge jump!"

[iprotectyou]

Baze takes a bow. And then another.

"Thank you, thank you!" Baze says, high and childish.

He peers over the edge of the table, and tries to slowly clamber down. His foot dangles off the floor, and he waves it, trying and failing to successfully gauge distance.

"I'm stuck."