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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo sits at the bar. He has a mostly empty beer in one hand, and a half thoughtful, half zoned-out expression on his face.

He might be staring at you. Sorry.

[OOC: Er, you might want to ping before tagging. You'll see why in a second.]

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[rebel_falcon]

He is staring at someone.

Someone who doesn't really appreciate being stared at, unfortunately.

That someone might have had a few drinks tonight. You know how it goes. War on the horizon, battle to plan, galaxy to save, so on and so forth.

"...see anything you like?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo blinks. He stops staring into space.

He sees Han.

He remembers the last time he saw Han, he got dropped on his head.

"...nope."

[rebel_falcon]

That gets him a lopsided, cocky grin.

"Glad the feeling's mutual, then."

Duo getting dropped on his head was totally the fault of the man giving birth in the elevator. Some things just happen. Even if they might have been on purpose.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Geez, who pissed in your nutritious protein soup tonight? But tell me something, Han." Duo has an earnest look on his face.

"Does your face hurt?"