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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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[spellslots]

Gimme like ten? I'm trying not to burn all my spell slots on teleporting everywhere

[He needs to... tell her about that, about learning more about the future and getting more powerful, but he's sure it'll come up at some point.]

[scholiast]

Really? That's unlike you.

(Oh, this feels more normal, huh.)

Ten minutes is fine. I'll see you soon.

ackshun

[spellslots]

Rude, but fair.

[He never told her about this fight with Dodger, but that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

What matters right now is the fact that Lucretia is no longer giving him the silent treatment, so he quickly finishes up his grocery trip, hails a cab, and arrives home the estimated ten minutes later.

The door opens easily enough the the helpful application of mage hand, but-]

Hey, Luce, I got a bunch of groceries, any chance I could get a hand?

lights, camera

[scholiast]

(Lucretia would love to think that she's the kind of person who could sit cooly and do something else while waiting for somebody that she's about to have an awkward conversation with to come back but she just... isn't. So for the time it takes Taako to finish up and head home she just sits in her chair and stares at the screen of her phone and it's utterly ridiculous.

When he opens the door she springs up to help, coming to take most of the bags from him.)

Sure. I'll even throw in a bonus hand, free of charge. (It's a lame joke. She feels a little nervous.)

[spellslots]

[Taako, on the other hand, is the motherfucking expert at pretending everything is totally cool and acting normal regardless of how awkward he feels, and that's absolutely his approach to this, at least for now.

He can unpack groceries as if this isn't super awkward.]

There's a handjob joke here, for sure, but I think you might murder me in my sleep if I make it, huh?

[scholiast]

I will leave this room instantly, (she says calmly, and drops the bags she has unceremoniously onto the counter top. Hopefully there weren't any eggs in there!)

What's for dinner?

[spellslots]

[The bags were just full of eggs. Nothing but eggs the whole way down.]

That's a good question, real important. Haven't decided yet, but we were outta a whole bunch of shit so I thought having actual ingredients would be a good first step to figuring out dinner.

[He's just going to quickly put away anything that needs to be frozen or refrigerated, but he's not worrying too much about the rest of it. Fussing over the groceries would just be a way to avoid this talk they probably need to have.]

[scholiast]

(Well they're all broken now fuck you.)

That's a very sensible recourse.

(Gods but they are bad at this. Lucretia takes a seat and sighs very long sufferingly. Wearniness with the whole situation makes a very honest person of her, apparently.)

Why is it so hard to talk to you sometimes? It's not like this is the first time we've fought.

[spellslots]

Uh, you want the honest answer or the easy one?

[Cause the honest answer is that he makes it hard to talk to him about this kind of shit, it's a long standing defence mechanism against getting too emotionally attached or having to deal with any kind of messy feelings. And sometimes it sucks, because he cares about Lucretia and he wants to sort this out; it's just instinctive, to play it normal or brush shit off with jokes.

But... after a second of staring at the groceries, he turns around and takes a seat himself.]

Let's get this over with.

[scholiast]

(She gives him a rueful grin.) Neither; we're stalling.

(But it's nice to know that he's taking this seriously enough to sit down and give her his full attention. Lucretia sighs, and scrubs a hand slowly through her hair as she thinks.)

Right. Look, I... I know it wasn't conducive to the problem at the time, but I... I dunno, Taako. Do you at least understand why I was angry?

I'm sorry that I reacted so... so strongly, but I... you can't spring things on me like that.

[spellslots]

[It's very tempting to start this fight again, to point out that it's not like he planned on dropping this on her, that he did give her warning, but he knows that it won't help, that at the end of the day, it doesn't fucking matter.]

I'm sorry, Luce, I should'a asked.

[It's a bit of a struggle to say, but it's not entirely disingenuous, he's just... stubborn.]

[scholiast]

(She can kinda tell that he's warring internally and resists giving him a look as her temper flares for a brief moment. Literally neither of them benefit from being in an extended fight over this. What's done is done.

She's stubborn, too. Eventually she gives her head a little shake, and looks at him.)

Thank you. I'm sorry I yelled at you.

[spellslots]

Nah, I think that was probably deserved.

[Even if he stands by what he did, he can still understand her anger. He just doesn't think there was any other real solution for the situation they were in.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia just hums in response to that, and taps her fingers on the counter top. She can at least accept that this is about as close to halfway as they'll get on this issue.)

I... um, Lup and I talked it out. It was good.

[spellslots]

[That, at least, is a genuine fucking relief, obvious in the way he sighs.]

I really didn't mean to fuck that up for you, for either of you.

[He expected Lup to be mad, he just wasn't sure how mad.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, I know.

(She shrugs.) I got her to come around here and she calmed down pretty quick once we had more time to talk about it in person.

So it's going to be okay. Probably helps that I'm taking off for two weeks, though.

[spellslots]

That sounds like Lup.

[She's an emotional thing; he's sure seeing Lucretia upset probably helped her to get over the anger.]

Where are you off to, bubbale? There's not exactly a lotta great vacay spots around here.

[scholiast]

Yeah. I'm on best friend probation for now, but I suppose I can't complain.

(She's tired of complaining.)

Work thing, outside of the first wall. It's come at a good time.

[spellslots]

It'll get better.

[She'll get over it, is what he mean, but it feels a bit reductive to put it that way, after everything.]

I mean, I'm gonna miss you. Are you gonna be able to make calls out there, if shit goes south?

[He wants to be sure that she'll be safe.]

[scholiast]

I know.

(She can tell what he's implying, but she kind of agrees with it too, so. C'est la vie. She smiles tentatively.)

I'll miss you too. I'll have my phone with me the whole time and we should be in reception range, so I'm just a call away if you need me.

[spellslots]

Let's hope we can keep the place from going up in flames while you're not here.

[laugh track.mp3]

[scholiast]

I mean, feel free to burn your house down but leave my room out of it okay? I have important things in there.

[spellslots]

I'll do my absolute fucking best, pumpkin.

[Or will he.

We'll never know.]

[scholiast]

(Is it sad that hearing him call her by a nickname always makes her feel so much better. It's a small thing, but it helps.)

That's all I can ask for, I suppose.

[spellslots]

[He knows, it's why he does it, especially after a fight.]

If you're really worried you could get one of your coworkers in to fireproof the place.

[Let her live.]