[Just before she arrives, Taako is standing in his room, considering his clothing options. There's a couple of piles of outfits surrounding him dragged out of closets and chests as he tries fruitlessly to organize some of the offerings there- and, well, hide all his favorite tops from his dear sister. Except one pile moves and stops becoming just clothes and starts becoming a baby bird. A baby bird who draws a knife on him.
Taako blinks, putting his hands together and putting them to his lips like he's praying, before he tries to call over his shoulder to anyone who will listen.]
Uh. Who let this baby in here?
[He has too many children already, okay, how is this happening.]
your house :V
Taako blinks, putting his hands together and putting them to his lips like he's praying, before he tries to call over his shoulder to anyone who will listen.]
Uh. Who let this baby in here?
[He has too many children already, okay, how is this happening.]