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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is hung-over. More hung-over than he can remember being in a long time. Which would be fine if he could remember what he was drinking. Or with whom. Right now, he's going to settle for being miserable on the couch by the fire, his headphones in and looking faintly green.

Bodhi, on the other hand, is feeling strangely cheerful. He's in the mood for baking so there is a big plate of warm sweet seed cakes on the counter with pots of butter, honey, cream, jam, and other preserves to eat them with.

Both are botherable, especially if you're willing to save the cream from the little ginger and white cat who clearly has designs on in.

[Tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]

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[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber also looks pretty dreadful, though it's not exactly a hangover so much as a general exhaustion and a massive headache and 'Oh God what did I do' regret all crashing together at once now that he's feeling like himself again.

He waves at Sinric before sort of flopping down at a table and briefly leaning his forehead against the table in an attempt at recuperating. Before he does, he spots Bodhi and oh God, he'd talked to that guy while he thought he was the devil, didn't he? Fuck. While he presses his forehead to the wood, he tries to remember if he said anything horrible to him.

[thewidewideworld]

"Clean, cool water." Sinric suggests, taking his headphones out and offering Graverobber a weak smile. "And the little willowbark tablets if you can keep them down."

[quick_clean_pure]

“I will in a second,” he promises, still face down. “This table feels good right now so I’m gonna savor that.”

He glances up without raising his head far and asks, “You feeling okay?”

[thewidewideworld]

"Praise the table and it's support. As I praise the couch and it's comfort." he mumbles.

"I drank more that I should have. Or at least I think I did. I don't remember drinking but I must have, to feel so wretched."

[quick_clean_pure]

"All hail the table and the sofa," he agrees wearily.

"Yeah, that'll do it," he says, before laying the side of his head flat on the table. He frowns slightly and asked, "Did you get that -- I don't know, the hallucination thing, did you get that too?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I think I must have. But I have no memory of it. Just a guitar and some clothes in my room that I know weren't there before." he groans and sits up enough to sip some water. "I could see the change in others but I didn't see it in myself."

[quick_clean_pure]

"That sucks," he says sympathetically. "Did anybody tell you what you thought you were?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I haven't asked anyone." he admits. "I haven't really moved off the couch since I crawled down here."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," he says, chin still propped on the table. "Waiting to go around questioning people with a hangover would probably be fucking brutal."

[thewidewideworld]

"And I'm less afraid to know the answer." He points out. "Do you remember the other soul who walked your path?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Yup," he answers, before lightly banging his forehead against the table and then looking back up. "I thought I was the devil. And not, like, the Lucifer here who hangs around the bar. A different one. And oh good God, I was an asshole."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes widen. "Oh." What can one say to such things. "Oh dear. Did you- did he hurt anyone?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"No, it didn't go that far, thank Christ," he says. "But I talked a whole lot of shit to a whole lot people. Including, of course, the actual Lucifer himself, because I thought I was him and I was super pissy about it, so that's just fucking great."

[galen_erso]

Somebody who might be either Hannibal Lecter or Galen Erso, but is wearing a flashy bathrobe neither would be seen dead in, stumbles in from the general direction of the lake and faceplants, groaning, onto one of the sofas by the fireplace.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks up and intently regrets it. The moment of double- no, triple vision that only added to his headache. "I hope you know who you are. Because I can't tell right now."

[galen_erso]

"I'm me," the man mumbles. "And my head hurts. Have you seen Bodhi?"

He looks at Sinric with bleary eyed.

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah, Galen." Sinric closes his eyes again, sighing as the image resolves. Hannibal would never be so obtuse. And the other man- well... "Bodhi's in the kitchen. He seems in better spirits than you or I."

[galen_erso]

"Thanks," Galen says. "I'm in no spirits at all. Not even bad ones."

[thewidewideworld]

"How fortunate for you." Sinric snuggles back down in the protection of the couch, almost grey with the force of the hangover. "For I am ill indeed. Go find your lover. He will be glad to see you."

[galen_erso]

"You need some serious painkillers," Galen says. "So do I. Please, pretty fluffy one, can we have loads of painkillers?"

The rat which he addressed like this giggles, then runs to fetch an entire bottle of translucent teal pills.

Galen offers them to Sinric. They look like jewels, or at least like glass beads.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can't help but smile at the phrasing. And how happy it makes the rat. "You have a friend for life there."

He accepts the bottle and shakes out two of the little teal pills, enjoyed the colour of them a moment before swallowing them. "Thank you." he hands them back. "Now go find your lover. Nothing heals like the touch of a dear one."

And right now he so dearly misses Ragnar and Athelstan, Hannibal, Emcee, Constantine and Probus. Arms he could curl himself in and let himself relax. Enough it pricks his eyes with tears.

[galen_erso]

"And yours?" Galen asks, noticing. "Whom shall I send to you?"

[thewidewideworld]

He shakes his head and sniffs. He wants the ones he can't have. His lost master and brother, the northmen who mark his skin.

"If you see Emcee or Hannibal, let them know where I am. But don't trouble yourself especially. The melancholy will pass. It is nothing." At least that's what he's telling himself.

[galen_erso]

"I will, if I see them," Galen says, getting to his feet with a groan and nodding to Sinric before shuffling off to the kitchen.

[imthepilot]

Kyber sees him before Bodhi does, chirping happily at his person. There's cream on his nose and whiskers.

Bodhi, busy taking a tray out of the oven, turns to see who Kyber's talking to. And smiles. "Galen." He puts the tray of seedcakes down and slips off his gloves, arms out to greet his lover with a hug. But frowns, "Are you alright? you look awful."