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TAAKO

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[Taako sort of wavers for a moment, biting his bottom lip before he starts laughing as well.]

I dunno, maybe it wasn't terrible to get outta the house.

[scholiast]

(She's still giggling weakly even as she comes to sit back down with him.)

No, it's good. I can only stay cooped up in there for so long. (Feeling that sliver of Taako's laughter through their little link is making her feel better.)

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[This is nice, almost normal and it's a relief not just not feel awful for a few moments that he's willing to ignore the fact he still hasn't forgiven Lucretia. That doesn't matter right now.]

Oh shit.

[It's a oh shit of I have a great idea, as he turns to face Lucretia.]

We should fucking-- let's get dressed to the fucking nines and go to the fanciest place here. We've got the money to burn.

[And Taako sort of misses doing that kind of thing with Rin, they had fun going to hella fancy restaurants and galleries to either mock or rob people. He can do the former with Lucretia.]

[scholiast]

(The suggestion makes her smile properly. Doing stuff like this is a relic from the cycles, before everything went to shit. She'd forgotten up until now how silly her and Taako used to be together. Being here like this, being from the point in time that she is has robbed her of a lot of old comforts.)

Yeah! Yeah, that sounds– let's do it.

(she's not gonna give him time to second guess this)

Back to yours to play dress up, then?

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[Honestly, he doesn't want to second guess himself either, he's just sort of running with what feels good because that's a rare thing the last few weeks.]

Only one of us has a closet full of gowns and it's not fucking you, bubbale.

[This is exactly why he didn't teleport here, because it means he can just grab the bottle of booze and mid-drink teleport the two of them into his bedroom.

It's a little messier than usual, but not as bad as it was when he was cursed.]

[scholiast]

Excuse me, (she starts, but then Taako pulls her along with him as he casts teleport and doesn't even spill any of the Pisco. It's a very classy move. Lucretia rolls her eyes and takes an unceremonious seat on his bed.)

Right. What are our options, then?

(fashion show fashion show fashion show at lunch)

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[Taako hands the bottle back to Lucretia, freeing up his hands to open his closet and start rifling through it.]

I mean, what are we feeling? Rich widows who totally didn't murder our husbands? Vaguely condescending royalty from corrupt kingdoms? Heiresses with more money than sense who still let daddy help them pick outfits? I've got like... I've got a lot.

[Why are those the three categories]

[scholiast]

(She takes a big sip cuz she's gonna need it.

Hmmmmmm)

Okay: I want something that says... retired billionaire artist that lives in the mountains with her various lovers. She's unveiling her first exhibit after decades of radio silence, and all of the works are very tasteful, yet extremely passionate nudes. Go.

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[There's some thoughtful humming as Taako rifles through his clothes.]

If you were Lup I'd say that's a tits out kinda look but I know you better.

[Lup isn't afraid of a tits out look but Lucretia is a bit more modest.

So instead he fishes out a dress to toss on the bed for her consideration.]

That with a fucking statement necklace, something high, like a heavy choker. And boots, still tossing up on ankle or knee cause you could make both work.

[scholiast]

This is the non tits out option?

(It's very pretty though. She gives the fabric a little stroke.)

... Knee, I think. If we have something heavy at the top we should have something heavy at the bottom, right.

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[Taako just sort of raises an eyebrow because of course that's the tits in option; he doesn't have tits to worry about so a lot of his dresses are low cut and open at the chest.]

That's not like, a hard and fast rule but knee highs are a little more of a power move under sheer dresses so it fits with your whole thing.

[scholiast]

Right, right. (She's thinking of this in terms of composition: like it's a painting.

The dress is extremely sheer, isn't it. She resists the urge to scratch at the beading.)

What are you wearing?

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[Taako knows Lucretia; the next thing he tosses at her is a white slip that she can wear under the dress.]

I get that like, re-using an outfit is supposed to be a taboo but fuck it, you know?

[Which is why he grabs one of the dresses he wore to the masquerade.]

[scholiast]

(She catches the slip gratefully; she loves him very much.)

When it looks like that, you can re-use it as much as you want.

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Right? It's not like I'm wearing it on a date with the same person or whatever.

[Hm. Bad word choice, but he powers through it.]

This is the sorta shit that needs a real elaborate hairdo but ya boy can't be fucked, what about a tight ponytail?

[scholiast]

Again, when you look like that, I think you're allowed to do whatever you want. I think that's what the rule is maybe.

Please tell me you have some big chunky rings that I can borrow.

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Are you hitting on me, pumpkin?

[It's said with a wink as he makes his way towards the en-suite (after a brief stop at his dresser to grab sheer-dress-appropriate underwear), not bothering to close the door, just ducking out of sight so he can get changed.]

This is gonna sound weird but I don't own a single piece of jewellery.

[hm]

[scholiast]

Why are you lying to me, I've done nothing but be kind to you all evening.

(She shrugs off her coat and hops up to inspect his vanity. There's a lot going on, lots of products and nail polishes. Lots to pick through.)

Or wait, are you being tricksy? Do you mean you don't own it because it's all stolen?

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[Honestly Taako just expects her to go through his things. Personal space? Boundaries? I don't know her.]

I've got no idea what you're talking about, I don't steal shit.

[????????????]

[scholiast]

(Good because she's trying on all his fucking rings, every single one of them.)

Stop.

(The effect of wearing eight extremely chunky rings is very pleasing but it weighs down her hands too much to be comfortable. A shame.)

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[Also good for punching.]

Stop what? I'm not doing anything.

[It doesn't take Taako long to get changed, so he's wandering back out into the bedroom again all dressed up with a brush in hand as he works on fixing up his hair.]

[scholiast]

You're razzing, and you know it!

(By the time he's back out Lucretia has unceremoniously taken the rings off of her fingers and has changed into the slip. She's holding the dress very delicately with both hands; it's quite hefty thanks to all the beading, and she's not entirely sure if she's supposed to... step into it? Pull it on like a jumper? Is there a hidden zipper, or)

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I'm not admitting shit.

[She can accuse him all she likes but Taako will never admit that he's done anything wrong in his life.

He wanders over to the vanity for a hair elastic, quickly tying back his hair to free up his hands for the next question:]

You need a hand with that one?

[scholiast]

(She knows this and she loves him.)

Please. I don't want to damage it.

(It's very pretty. Lucretia might make a show of preferring simplicity to extravagance but something as glitzy as this can't help but catch her appreciative eye.)

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[No one is immune to a little glamor, Taako knows this fact very well and he especially knows it about Lucretia.

He takes the dress, putting his hands through from the top so he can keep it from scrunching up while Lucretia puts it on.]

Here ya go, it'll slip on over your head.