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TAAKO

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[pundemic]

[Gross, don't tell her that, dude.]

Okay, this has been bothering me literally forever. [not literally, Ellie, that's not what that word means.] - but what the fuck's a bubbale?

[spellslots]

Oh, it's like-- [Wait shit he doesn't actually know.] My aunt used to call me it, when I was little.

[It's just something he picked up, a term of endearment the same way he says "pumpkin" or "kiddo", but the meaning is lost.]

[pundemic]

[She doesn't exactly protest, but.]

I'm fifteen, you know.

[Just old enough that she doesn't really protest being called little anymore on defiant principle, but. You know. Still too old to be called it in the first place.]

[spellslots]

For sure, for sure, but my aunt probably would've kept calling me that once I got older.

[Would've, but she's dead and he didn't even remember how.]

[pundemic]

[She knows what the past-tense means. She's heard it too many times, about too many things. She sort of fidgets with the plate of cookies and then decides to get a glass of water.]

What about your parents?

[spellslots]

You after the tragic backstory, huh?

[It comes out like a joke because it is, because that's the best way to deal with stuff like this, rather than get caught up in it.]

They're dead. Shit happens.

[For most of his life, all he remembered was being alone, never quite sure what happened to his family. Now he knows, it was the war, but that doesn't make it easier.]

[pundemic]

[It's not really a 'tragic' backstory where she's from. It's just... a backstory. Everybody's story. Dead parents, dead kids, dead siblings and friends. No one she's ever met has made it through unscathed. It's why she never brings up Riley. What's the point? People get it without having to be told, and no one has any sympathy to spare.

But not every world is like that. She takes a breath.]

Sorry-- about them. And for asking, that's, you know. It's none of my business.

[Clark likes to talk about his mom and she'd thought maybe... maybe Taako had that too, and she could sort of... live vicariously through them both.]

[spellslots]

[He waves away the apology with a mouthful of cookie, speaking once he's finished.]

Don't sweat it, I woulda just lied if I didn't wanna tell you.

[This seems perfectly logical to him.]

Anyway, taught me an important fucking lesson. The only person you can rely on is yourself.

[The next time he trusted someone they killed forty people and ruined his life so, fuck that.]

[pundemic]

[oh no her mother hen senses are tingling. taako is this really how u want this to go down? having a tiny, fifteen year old baby you into next week?

Ellie chews on her bottom lip, and pours herself that glass.]

Lonely way to live, if you ask me.

[spellslots]

[It sounds like something Magnus would say, and his expression almost softens for a second before he shrugs again.]

It's just the truth unless you wanna end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

[pundemic]

[Gently,]

It's not the whole truth. At least... I don't think it is. Not everybody you ever meet is going to let you down.

[spellslots]

I sure as hell aren't taking that risk, I'm way too pretty to die.

[He's making a joke of it because this is getting way too close to actually opening up.]

[pundemic]

[Sorry Taako she has adopted you, you're Her People now. Her smile's a bit wan because she is having Sympathetic Feelings, but she knows how to let a sleeping dog lie. Metaphorically.]

You are pretty cute, I gotta say.

[spellslots]

[He appreciates it.]

It's a gift, I must say. Not everyone can rock these looks.

[He's actually dressed pretty subtlety for himself, but his disguise self spell includes eyeliner and highlighter.]

[pundemic]

Is the hair an elf thing?

[She's never seen white hair on someone who wasn't. You know. Old. And given that 'old' in Ellie's world is basically like 'anyone who's survived past thirty-five'? Yeah. Joel, by her standards, is fucking ancient.]

-- Oh, yeah. Did you want anything to drink?

[spellslots]

Yup!

[Not every elf has the same hair colour, but it comes in a lot more shades than human hair does, though he figures it's self explanatory.]

You don't have wine, do you?

[Fifteen is too young for humans to drink wine, right?]

[pundemic]

Nnnnnot a big wine fan, if you can believe it or not.

[But she pops open the fridge and goes down the contents,]

Pop, juice, water. Pick your poison.

[spellslots]

[There's a brief tightness in his jaw at pick your poison before it's smoothed away with a smile.]

I have no idea what pop is, let's go with that!

[It'll be an adventure.]

[pundemic]

Some people call it 'soda'.

[And the last time she tried it (first time since her and some friends opened an old can on a dare) she got bubbles up her nose, so that was awesome. But she likes the taste just fine, and so she gets two cans out of the fridge and plops one down in front of him.

The little twitch when she mentioned poison goes completely over her head. Sorry, pal.]

It's fizzy and made of sugar. Don't drink it too fast, either. Learned that one the hard way.

[spellslots]

[That's probably for the best.]

Don't know that one either, but I appreciate the warning.

[His tone is light, but the words are genuine, he doesn't need bubbles up his nose, it'd ruin his image of being awesome.

So he pops open the tab on the can, lifting it up to inspect the tiny bubbles escaping, before he takes a small sip.]

Huh. You weren't wrong about the sugar, were you, this stuff tastes like syrup.

[pundemic]

[What's syrup? No idea. She shrugs and sits back down with her can of ginger-ale, the only thing she's found that has struck a nice balance between flavour sensations.]

Turns out people used to drink this stuff all the time on Earth.

[spellslots]

What is with this place and Earth? You'd think it's the only plane they'd ever heard of.

[He's not particularly bothered by it, really, he just thinks it's a bit weird.]

[pundemic]

Oh.

[Uh. Awkward sip of her drink.]

Well-- I'm from Earth. But it does seem to be pretty common, yeah.

[spellslots]

[He'd figured that, but it's still weird.]

You guys are real popular. [Really, it's good that there's no one he knows here, but he can't help wishing there was at least someone slightly familiar with how shit works.] Makes you wonder, if I wasn't too damn lazy to figure this shit out.

[@ magnus and merle just come rescue him so he doesn't have to spend however long ~contributing~ so he can go home.]

[pundemic]

So what's your planet called?

[He might be too lazy, but she isn't. And she's curious.

Also: hungry. At least judging by the way she takes another cookie.]