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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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Comments

[scholiast]

She's not an idiot, (she says automatically, whacking Taako on the shoulder but passing the joint regardless,) she's lovely.

I'll talk to her, I will, it's just- ( sigh!) A lot to... process.

[spellslots]

[Yes thank you he will take the joint, even if it comes with being smacked.]

It is fucking insane is what it is, people here are crazy. Why the fuck would you do that shit to yourself?

[scholiast]

I don't know.

Am I doing it? (She lets her head loll back against his shoulder.)

I– don't want to but it's not exactly something anybody can control, y'know.

[spellslots]

[Wait.]

It isn't?

[scholiast]

No?

You're joking, right.

[spellslots]

No? I mean, listen, I've never fallen in love before cause I knew that shit was dumb.

[Usually it means if he got too close to feelings he'd up and disappear on people because he's a garbage person.]

[scholiast]

... Never? Ever?

(Well shit. He probably needs the blunt more than she does. Lucretia elbows him, leaning back to give him a look.)

It's not– I mean, you haven't fallen in love because you're afraid to. It's got nothing to do with it being dumb.

[spellslots]

[Taako opens his mouth, closes it, opens it enough to take a very long hit of the joint because a) it's his weed and he can have as much as he wants and b):]

Wow, okay, fucking rude.

[He ain't scare of no things]

[scholiast]

Don't– hey, stop that.

(She pinches what remains of the joint from him so she can have another quick little drag before it hits the ash.)

Listen. I know you, you know me. We're both afraid of this, this– of being open. It's stupid.

[spellslots]

I'm not afraid of-- whatever, I'm just not fucking around with shit like love. Especially here, you're just gonna get hurt.

[And that's what he's scared of, even if he won't admit it.]

[scholiast]

I know but I like her more than I want to protect myself from being hurt.

(She fixes him with a stare, blowing smoke against his cheek.) You don't choose to fuck around with love Taako, it's not really a choice?

It just happens, and it sucks sometimes but that's how it works.

[spellslots]

[unfortunate.....]

You can choose that shit for sure, I've done it my whole life. If shit starts getting too real you just put a stop to it.

[By leaving, or by ruining a relationship in any other fun ways.

Not that he's ever really gotten that close.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, but if you actually let it happen instead of deliberately sabotaging it, you'd see.

(Hey cool they can just talk about this instead of her nerves, nice.)

You said that Kravitz loves you. Are you going to put a stop to that?

[spellslots]

[Taako shrugs, something uncomfortable curling in his chest, which means it's definitely time for him to mage hand the wine and just straight up drink from the bottle.

At least he offers it to Lucretia once he's done.]

I don't fucking know. I mean, I like him? But all this shit feels like it's fake, everything that's gonna happen in Fearun.

[scholiast]

(She pointedly wipes the lip of the bottle before she has a long sip, as if they haven't lived among each other's germs for a century without incident.)

Because it's already happened? Or because...

(because she manufactured the situation in which the memories took place? Awkward.)

[spellslots]

It happened but it hasn't? Like... I dunno, this shit is so fucking weird.

[He's seen a lot of weird things, but he really struggles with how the canisters function.]

[scholiast]

Yeah, I getcha.

I still haven't really... unpacked it all, if you know what I mean.

(Everything the cannister brought her, that is. She huffs, and shakes her head.)

No, I don't want to get into this. I– tell me more about Kravitz, I don't even really know anything about him.

[spellslots]

Wait, so you don't wanna talk about your shit but I gotta talk about the dude who's in love with me when I feel like I barely know him?

[That doesn't seem fair.]

[scholiast]

I– (she frowns, tapping her fingers on the bottle.)

Okay, fair.

I'll talk about my thing if you talk about your thing. An equivalent exchange.

[spellslots]

You gotta go first, I need to drink more.

[He's feeling a little more chill from the joint, but still.

Or maybe he's just hoping she's get distracted and he'll never have to talk about his shit.]

[scholiast]

Fine.

(She's buzzed enough to get into it.) Is it fucked up that if one of us didn't have to go eventually I'd probably lean right into this?

[spellslots]

Nah, like that shit is just smart.

[This is exactly the point he's been making!]

Don't get over-invested, that's rule number one.

[scholiast]

That's kind of sad though, isn't it? Like there's part of me that says this is kind of the only chance I have to be with somebody like this, so why not... I dunno, take it?

(She sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose.) I'm too old to be so freaked out by this, surely.

[spellslots]

Uh, hey. [He nudges her shoulder, maybe a little rougher than strictly necessary.] You get plenty of chances to be with someone.

[Only he's allowed to be mean to her, she can't be mean to herself.]

[scholiast]

I don't really see that as being a viable option in my particular future.

(Surely not during the panicked decade to follow. Even though she knows they win at the end, something as banal as a 'nice relationship' with somebody after it all just seems so... unobtainable.

She shrugs.)