[He blows a raspberry as she leaves, sinking down into the water. He mostly finishes washing his hair, scrubbing the dirt off his body, and then waiting a few minutes until he's properly warm. Then there's really no point. He clambers out, drying himself off quickly and fumbling with the clothes Lup burgled for him. They don't fit exactly right, but nothing he's ever owned has, so. He leaves the top two buttons undone; it feels too tight, like the outfits their parents used to try to force them into for fancy parties, and Taako doesn't want to think about them. Not when they're doing JUST fine without 'em, as far as he's concerned.
He makes his way upstairs, steps light.]
D'you want me to help with dinner? What do we got to work with?
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He makes his way upstairs, steps light.]
D'you want me to help with dinner? What do we got to work with?