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[quick_clean_pure]

It's been a couple of days since the flu hit him and Graverobber is mostly feeling back to normal. Mostly. He still spends some time racking his brain trying to remember what, exactly, he did while under its influence -- and also cringing at the stuff he does remember, most of which was bad.

He's not necessarily the smartest person in the world, but Jesus Christ, apparently the devil version of him was interested in saying literally the most suicidally stupid things in some weird attempt to get the tar beaten out of him. And now he is no longer convinced he's actually immortal and powerful, so that's really been a great thing to deal with for a couple days.

His coat is especially jangly that day when he sidles up to the bar, clinking with zydrate vials while he grabs a seat at the counter and orders a coffee.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian doesn't like this mission, too many people and looks over to frown as he sees Graverobber, who seems more on edge. He moves over, "Something wrong?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Hey there," he says before taking a long sip of his coffee. "I'm all right. Kind of still recuperating from that fucking hallucination thing. Did you get hit with that?"

[childofrebellion]

"No, it didn't get me but hit a few friends of mine. It was bizarre. Who did you think you were?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"I thought I was the Devil," he says with a bitter grin. "King of Hell and all that shit. And I was an asshole about it, too."

[childofrebellion]

"You thought you had power. Do you think anyone will come after you for what you did?"

This is Milliways, this flu is known but people can be stupid.

[quick_clean_pure]

"I insulted Lucifer to his face a whole bunch. So, possibly," he says.

He's built up a stash of zydrate as a peace offering, but he won't mention that part.

[childofrebellion]

"Lucifer, I met him once. He seemed like someone who liked having fun. Hopefully you can use that to your advantage."

[quick_clean_pure]

"I mean, I've talked to him a bunch and we were chill before all this, so maybe we can work it out," he says, though he winces a bit. "Still. He was not happy at the time. So we'll see."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian notices those winces and nods, "Is that why your jacket's full, to bribe him?"

[quick_clean_pure]

Lucifer's been a customer of his before, multiple times over, but he won't say that. Even if Lucifer doesn't care, he's gotta maintain professional standards, after all. No ratting out his customer base.

So instead of answering, he just grins slightly and asks, "So how're things with you, since you've been yourself this past week?"

[childofrebellion]

"Odd with people not knowing who they were but work keeps me busy. I'm out at the swoop races."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Nice. What's a swoop race?" he asks, sipping coffee.

[childofrebellion]

"Swoops are fast vehicles that are dangerous but make for exciting races."

[iprotectyou]

An armorless Baze sits nearby at the bar today, engraving designs into the stock of his lightbow, which he forged himself out of aluminum. A pitcher of ice water rests near his left elbow, as well as two glasses, one of which is full and he takes drinks from periodically.

He watches Graverobber sidle up to the counter and take a seat, and offers him a wave.

"Hoi, Graverobber. May the Force of others be with you! You okay?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Hey there. Forces be with you too and all that," he says sipping coffee. "I'm all right. Got hit with that hallucination thing the other day so I'm still, I don't know, getting back to feeling normal again."

[iprotectyou]

"Ugh, I'm sorry," Baze says, scowling. The pneumatic graver slips, and Baze sets it to rights.

"Chirrut caught the same, and that was awful. Who did you think you were?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"I thought I was the Devil," he says with a grim smile. "Not the other Lucifer, a different one. King of Hell and all that shit. And I was an asshole about it."

[iprotectyou]

"What did you do?" Baze says, blinking at him.

"Did you run into the other Lucifer?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Yup," he says with a long wince and a drag of coffee from his mug. "Ran into him, insulted him multiple times to his face until he got pissed enough for security to show up, spent the next few days insulting other people. It was not my best week."

[iprotectyou]

Baze can't help the laugh that bubbles up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That sucks. But you were sick! You couldn't control your actions."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber grumbles into his coffee mug. "Even if I know that, that doesn't mean there won't be some delightful consequences for all that crap."

[iprotectyou]

"Possibly," Baze says, resisting the urge to scratch his beard, as that would necessitate his washing his hands again.

"You can't just explain to the people affected by your hallucinating that you were sick? Granted, it was hard to remember that the stranger in Chirrut's body wasn't him."

[quick_clean_pure]

"I mean, nobody's said anything to me yet, so I possibly could," he says, still looking kind of cranky. "We'll see how it goes."

Nodding towards Baze, he asks, "What'd Chirrut think he was?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze ducks his head sheepishly.

"I didn't get his name, or much about him at all, except that he likes warmed sake. I started the conversation off by hugging him, because I thought he was Chirrut. He struck me, and was sarcastic and combative for the rest of the time I talked to him. Then he disappeared for a few days. When Chirrut came back, he was himself again, and didn't remember anything about the stranger."

[quick_clean_pure]

"That sucks," he says sympathetically. "Especially if he was hitting you and all that shit. Did you have to fight him or anything?"