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TAAKO

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@fromTV

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Pâtissier

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"You've got Taako. I'm too busy to take your call right now, leave a message."

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[Wait.

Taako makes a face like he's silently judging himself, and then laughs.]

I can teleport. Hold on!

[Bye.

He's back about ten seconds later with a tub of ice cream in hand. Was that enough time to actually pay for it? Did he even have his wallet with him? These are all mysteries Clark will never know the answer to.]

Think fast.

[Which is all the warning Clark gets before Taako tosses the ice cream in his direction, just assuming he'll catch it.]

[signifies]

[ what the hecky!!!!!

he nearly drops the box!!! ]

You can teleport. I'll... remember that.

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[He said think fast!!!]

Yup, I got a limit of 500 feet so don't go expecting a trip halfway around this moon, but you know! Magic!

[Coffee no. 1 is done, after all that, so he slides the mug over towards Clark, before grabbing sugar, milk, and the necessary utensils and crockery for pie consumption.]

[signifies]

I'm not sure I'll get used to it.

[ The ice cream box goes on the table. Clark takes the mug, blowing on it. The heat doesn't bother him. It's just an old habit to pretend. ]

Thank you.

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I'm not sure I'll get used to people looking at me like I'm fucking dangerous just 'cause I can cast some shitty spells. Welcome to the club, I guess.

[It's a surprising amount of honesty, though his tone isn't so much bitter as it is wry, and he moves on pretty quickly.]

You dishing up or will I do the honors?

[He's easy.]

[signifies]

[ It's still flippant, but Clark glances at him. Sometimes what's honest is the easiest to use as a deflection. ]

I'll serve. You made my coffee.

[ He puts down his mug quickly and gets the knife to cut out a slice for Taako and one for himself. ]

Is someone giving you trouble?

[ Okay, Clark won't let this one slide. ]

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Oh, you know, just real sick of getting called a demon or whatever.

[It's still kind of flippant and Over Dramatic but it bothers him more than he wants to admit; there are plenty of reasons to demonize (haha) him and none of them are because he does a few spells. It's not even just Sera, it's the way Bucky treated him with suspicion and how foreign the whole concept of magic is to some people.]

[signifies]

[ People are afraid of what they don't understand. Clark resolves to treat Taako's magic like it's normal. He knows what it's like to feel alien, and not be able to hide that. He should have been more considerate. ]

I think what you can do is very cool.

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See, you get it, I'm rad as hell.

[It's half-bluster and half-actual-confidence, because despite everything he really does enjoy doing magic, and it's such a big part of who he is that he can't really imagine not doing it anymore.]

I bet none of those losers can turn into a T-rex.

[Which. Taako can do.

Magic is weird.]

[signifies]

[ Taako, Clark was doing so well. He swallows his gulp of coffee very quickly. ]

No, I bet they can't.

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[He's not exactly over how much this whole thing annoys him, but he's decided to move on for the moment, since there's pie and coffee and Clark seems like a decent guy.

Taako dumps a slightly unholy amount of sugar into his own coffee, tops it up with cream, then steals ("steals") his serving of pie from Clark and makes his way over to the dining table to sit.]

So is this a secret family recipe kinda deal? If I mess it up are your great grandparents gonna haunt my ass?

[Seems legit.]

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It's a family recipe. The rest I brought for you are from the Internet.

[ Blueberry pie isn't a closely guarded secret. If this were apple, they'd be having words. ]

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That's the thing on our phones, right?

[The internet is new to him, and he's still getting used to everything it can be used for.]

[signifies]

Yeah. You can use the blank bar on top to search for recipes.

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Nice.

[Thank you for changing his life, Clark.

He actually has another question, but first he's going to try this pie that has been tormenting him since Clark brought it into the room. He breaks off a little with his fork, deciding to have the first bite sans ice cream, and pops it in his mouth.

And does a very good Mary Berry impersonation, despite the fact he doesn't actually know who that is.

After a moment of deliberation (and swallowing, because he's not an animal) Taako grins.]

Shit, my man, I haven't had a pie this good for years. You're not half bad at this.

[A true compliment.]

[signifies]

[ Clark smiles warmly. ]

Your coffee is pretty good.

[ Turnabout is fair play. ]

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[That's sweet of him.]

Wait until you try my cooking, that's impressive.

[Look, he's got an ego, there's no denying that, but cooking is something he really is good at. Like, the one thing, aside from the wizard shit, and he's more proud of the cooking.]

Oh, dang, I bet I could use the coffee for flavor in shit, it'd go great with chocolate.

[This isn't exactly revolutionary to most people, but it just occurred to Taako and it's an interesting idea to him.]

[signifies]

It would.

[ No sense telling Taako it's already a thing, just like there's no point telling him his name is actually a Mexican food. ]

I'd be happy to eat anything you make.

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[The texmex mysteries continue to evade him.]

You keep up with this flattery and I'm gonna start wondering if you're angling for a date.

[It's hard to tel if he's joking or not.]

[signifies]

[ Clark chuckles. ]

I don't think I'm your type.

[ He would never dare joke about Taako not being anyone's type. He's very likeable. ]

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That's a big assumption to make, my fella! My type could be anything.

[Not that he really has a type, in all honesty.]

[signifies]

[ Pretty sure it's not Kryptonians, Taako.

Clark laughs softly. ]

I'm not looking for a date.

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Well that does put a damper on things, I will admit.

[He takes a sip of his coffee, ineffectually hiding a grin.]

But listen, my last date was with the literal grim reaper, I'm not totally predictable.

[signifies]

[ Thank goodness he mentions something to focus on, otherwise Clark was going to have several moments of self-consciousness. He thinks of his body as alien first, even if he's aware other people find him attractive.

It's uncomfortable for him. ]

No, I never would've guessed. How did it go?

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Uh, it uh, my umbrella tried to kill him and he accused me of harboring some kind of evil spirit at one point, but it went pretty great!

[Either he's used to messed up shit, or his standards are really low, or a combination of both.

But even though he brought up Kravitz as a joke, something in his posture sinks a little.]

Last time I saw him he was getting sucked into that black oil I mentioned, so who the fuck knows if I'll see him again.