Too bad, sucker! That's the price you pay for the privilege of livin' with Taako and his Taako Time. It's just what's up.
[He goes for another whitty quip when Magnus speaks, and he feels... almost like the air had been knocked out of him, for a moment. He had thought about finally doing something after Refuge-- it wasn't his mistake after all, he was blameless, but he still didn't notice the poison being slipped in. Whether it was trust or cockiness, he can't say. But there wasn't much time with the rounds the Director had been putting them through, a plenty good excuse for not confronting his demons, and he kept just saying 'well, tomorrow' until it rolled into... this.
And now there might not be a tomorrow.
On one hand, people said they could come back to life here, so even if he did... something, it wouldn't matter. But he'd still be responsible, this time. No one to pin it on if he doesn't notice, no one to shoulder the blame. On the other hand, he misses it dearly, and no one else is going to be prepping meals for them... and if he doesn't make something for himself, he can't eat either. And he doesn't think he trusts Magnus to not eat something raw that really shouldn't be.
He shoves down the moment of panic as soon as it came, in only seconds. It's fine. He's fine. He makes sure his face is pulled into his usual grin, going for a noncommittal shrug like he hasn't a care in the world. Because he doesn't. Taako doesn't worry about the small stuff. He can handle it-- not that there's anything to handle in the first place.]
Yeah, guess it only took getting kidnapped to another plane for you to finally get the chance. If I cook, you do dishes though, that's the rules. Gotta keep these hands lookin' nice.
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[He goes for another whitty quip when Magnus speaks, and he feels... almost like the air had been knocked out of him, for a moment. He had thought about finally doing something after Refuge-- it wasn't his mistake after all, he was blameless, but he still didn't notice the poison being slipped in. Whether it was trust or cockiness, he can't say. But there wasn't much time with the rounds the Director had been putting them through, a plenty good excuse for not confronting his demons, and he kept just saying 'well, tomorrow' until it rolled into... this.
And now there might not be a tomorrow.
On one hand, people said they could come back to life here, so even if he did... something, it wouldn't matter. But he'd still be responsible, this time. No one to pin it on if he doesn't notice, no one to shoulder the blame. On the other hand, he misses it dearly, and no one else is going to be prepping meals for them... and if he doesn't make something for himself, he can't eat either. And he doesn't think he trusts Magnus to not eat something raw that really shouldn't be.
He shoves down the moment of panic as soon as it came, in only seconds. It's fine. He's fine. He makes sure his face is pulled into his usual grin, going for a noncommittal shrug like he hasn't a care in the world. Because he doesn't. Taako doesn't worry about the small stuff. He can handle it-- not that there's anything to handle in the first place.]
Yeah, guess it only took getting kidnapped to another plane for you to finally get the chance. If I cook, you do dishes though, that's the rules. Gotta keep these hands lookin' nice.