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TAAKO

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[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.)

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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.)

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You're like, middle aged, not fucking decrepit. Even after all the bullshit with the Hunger you're gonna have decades.

[And sure, they're hardly going to settle down and live peaceful lives, knowing them, but he still thinks Lucretia could have a chance to fall in love.]

[scholiast]

I know, it's just hard to think about it like that right now. Gimme a break.

(She yawns, has another little swig from the bottle before she passes it over.) I will try to be more positive about it, how's that.

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Give yourself a break.

[And he means that, even if it's said as he takes a significant drink of the wine. He doesn't bother wiping off her ~germs~ because he's not a coward.]

But whatever, I'll take that.

[scholiast]

Thanks, Taako.

(She smiles absently down at her hands, which are linked in her lap. She can tell that he means it, and that makes her happy.)

What– what about Rin? How's that going?

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It's pretty fucking great.

[Taako is caught between wanting to drop his head into Lucretia's lap and wanting to keep drinking, so for now he just moves to drape an arm lazily across her shoulders.]

We're taking it slow, which is like - fine, he's been through a lotta shit.

[So Taako is trying to be gentle, in his own way.]

[scholiast]

Good.

(Aw, he's happy. She can tell that too, and it softens her about the edges exponentially. Her friends being happy is her most favourite thing.)

Sure. You've been through some crap too, Taako, it's– I mean, taking it slow is probably helpful for the both of you right now.

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Yeah, I guess.

[It's one thing to complain about having had a crappy time, but another to have someone else acknowledge it.]

Pretty sure he's smart enough not to fuck around with falling in love, either.

[Oh, honey]

[scholiast]

If you say so.

(She doesn't know enough about Rin to dispute it.)

But you've only just started dating, so I can't imagine that's something you're considering anyway.

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It's been like, two months. [That's an amount of time!] How long have you and Bev been seeing each other?

[scholiast]

... Has it?

(The fuck, she could have sworn that only just happened.)

Oh, wow: I've been with Beverly for four.

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It was like, just after Lup went all lich-y, cause the whole thing started when he was chewing me out for not telling him about that.

['Chewing him out' is exaggerating, Rin was just a bit upset.]

You gonna do something for your six months if you're both still around?

[scholiast]

Yeah, Lup mentioned he wasn't very fond of that. Why is that, exactly?

(Lup hadn't gone into enough detail for her liking and she's still curious.)

Probably, yes. Six months is a long time. I'm– I've been here for six months.

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Uh, he's a sane fucking person? Ninety nine percent of liches are straight up evil and will try to kill you.

[And Rin is from a version of Fearun, so he'd known exactly what Lup was, unlike other people who just probably assumed she was some kind of ghost.]

I've been here for nine, my dude. This place is wild.

[scholiast]

Oh yeah. (She snorts.) You know, if it weren't for Wonderland we might have all ended up with the misconception that liches aren't all bad, huh.

Nine months... three off a cycle. (She sighs, gives the nape of her neck a rub.)

When are they going to send us back?