I. [Taako’s in the clothes store! If you wanna do a fashion montage. He’s mostly trying on things with very high collars and turtlenecks, grumbling to himself a lot about it. Dark bruising is still fairly obvious as high as behind his ears, and his eyes have bruising forming there too now.]
Well, does it cover it? Don’t look at me like that, I know most of you think it was a pathetic performance, but I’m not that useless.
II. [Anywhere in camp, Taako will skitter away (sort of limping, it’s fine) from you to the total opposite side of a room if you’re anywhere near close, practically hissing in frustration.]
Don’t! Don’t do the touchy thing! It’s bad enough as it is out here! I know how to do a neck snap now, so if you try I’ll beat the shit out of you! If you wanna know my feelings, I’ll just fucking tell you, the feeling is stress! It’s stress! And maybe spite. Possibly some sad in the mix.
III.
[Hi. Whatcha doin’. Wherever you are, Taako is sidling up next to you and holding out . . . a piece of construction paper, coated in a glittery signature. It says TAAKO. Why? He just. He’s just like this. Also, he does a little pose. Wow.]
For you! Limited edition. Better hold onto that— it’s gonna be worth so friggin’ much on Fantasy E-bay.
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[Taako’s in the clothes store! If you wanna do a fashion montage. He’s mostly trying on things with very high collars and turtlenecks, grumbling to himself a lot about it. Dark bruising is still fairly obvious as high as behind his ears, and his eyes have bruising forming there too now.]
Well, does it cover it? Don’t look at me like that, I know most of you think it was a pathetic performance, but I’m not that useless.
II.
[Anywhere in camp, Taako will skitter away (sort of limping, it’s fine) from you to the total opposite side of a room if you’re anywhere near close, practically hissing in frustration.]
Don’t! Don’t do the touchy thing! It’s bad enough as it is out here! I know how to do a neck snap now, so if you try I’ll beat the shit out of you! If you wanna know my feelings, I’ll just fucking tell you, the feeling is stress! It’s stress! And maybe spite. Possibly some sad in the mix.
III.
[Hi. Whatcha doin’. Wherever you are, Taako is sidling up next to you and holding out . . . a piece of construction paper, coated in a glittery signature. It says TAAKO. Why? He just. He’s just like this. Also, he does a little pose. Wow.]
For you! Limited edition. Better hold onto that— it’s gonna be worth so friggin’ much on Fantasy E-bay.