taako catchall

[papasha]

i found a shitpost finally

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[uhhhmagic]

I think we’re a little beyond the need for “Mister,” yanno.

[Taako, who has never had manners, doesn’t understand this tactic. He does stop and look at what he’s making though, like he’s a little surprised to see it.]

Well, I was thinking about these . . . cookies, that I used to make, and they were a huge hit, but then I thought it was weird that I couldn’t exactly figure out what cookies they were, so, uh, I started with chocolate chip, and those weren’t it, so I tossed them. I moved onto caramel laceys and madelines, and those weren’t it, so, into the garbage they go. Gingersnaps. Nope. Snickerdoodles, great, but no. So I’ve kind of forgotten where I’m going with this, is the point.

[papasha]

Taako then.

[He does not bat an eye at having to change gears. He continues pouring himself a glass of water while listening to Taako. And then brings it over to place in front of him as he leans on the counter with his forearms. Close enough to talk, but out of Taako's way.]

I see. Very elusive cookies. [He doesn't even scold about the waste.] How did the cookies make you feel? When you think about them.

Are you making them for someone?

[uhhhmagic]

[He makes a face a bit like he's trying to hold onto a particularly slippery fish, and then looks a little bit sick--]

Bad, because, almonds, uh, they taste like cyanide, I think, so I could have mixed up the--

[He cuts himself off.]

Ricciarelli?

[papasha]

[Both brows raise, but he doesn't say anything. Just peers at Taako.]

Ricciarelli have almonds, yes. [He looks a little sympathetic.] I'm sorry. It must be frustrating to enjoy cooking, but not be able to remember what exactly you were trying to make.

[uhhhmagic]

Don't think those are it either.

[haha! it's fine. Anyway. Scratching his temple with the (not food) end of the spoon he was stirring with before he shrugs and goes to sit on the counter. Butt right on it. Lup would be so mad.]

So, what's your deal?

[papasha]

[Lup would be so pissed. But Blanca doesn't scold Taako at all. He straightens up so they are politely more level.]

I beg your pardon? What do you mean?

[uhhhmagic]

I'm doing what I was told, trying to be a . . . people person.

[Why does he say that like it's a curse word.]

So, like I said. What's your deal. What's the Blanca elevator speech. Who the shit are you?

[papasha]

Ah, I see. You're not doing a bad job, if I may say so.

[The usual playful smile returns, and he leans on the counter with a hip.]

Blanca. [He extends one of his hands out to Taako for a hand shake.] I'm retired.

But I returned briefly for a small job in New York, and I was on the way back to the Caribbean before ending up here.

[uhhhmagic]

[He gives the offered hand a bit of a look but he does end up taking it. Fine! Fine.]

That's about the most ominous job description I've ever heard, my guy.

[papasha]

[Listen, his hands are clean, it's fine. He gives Taako a very nice handshake. Well met.]

I was a contractual worker. [But he's smiling, so he understands Taako is pressing him for better information.] Of the... liability variety.

People hired me to get rid of their "problems."

[uhhhmagic]

You can just say you kill people, that's fine, I don't care.

[Taako's hands are definitely covered in flour, so, enjoy that.]

[papasha]

[Hm. He rubs his fingers together thoughtfully, but does not seem bothered by having a dirty, floury hand.]

I was an assassin. I had the right skill set, I suppose.

[Glancing up, he quickly reaches out to pinch Taako's nose between two fingers, very briefly, just to get flour off on it.

And then he starts to move to the sink.]

[uhhhmagic]

Oy! What the fuck--

[Swiping at him, like an angry cat, but he doesn't try very hard to actually hit him before he goes to cover his nose with his hands.]

I'm a level fuckin' 20 Wizard you know. With powers I can literally rip space-time in half.

[papasha]

I believe you.

[He says this earnestly. In the sink, he rinses his hands off. Then he takes one of the furry-leader-imprinted towels Francy so kindly gave us to wet a piece of one end.

When he goes back to Taako, he offers it out. For the nose.]

Is this why you don't care much for me in regards to your sister? My level is too low? I have no amazing spells?

[uhhhmagic]

[Taking it then, as if there's any flour left on his face and he's not just being a huge baby.]

Oh, we're doing this, then?

[papasha]

I believe you're a straight-forward man.

[This time, he leans his lower back against the counter, and he crosses his arms. He's behaving? No more nose grabbing.]

She asked you to get to know me, didn't she? Since she encouraged me to do the same thing. [He peers at Taako from around a shoulder.] I don't blame you. You want the best for her because you care about her.

I know this because she is like this about you, and you're twins. [He smiles a little cheesily.] I won't tell.

[uhhhmagic]

Not straight, but sure.

[Taako is just mildly amused at his own joke, not really looking back at Blanca. More just twisting his hands in his lap, kicking his legs.]

And for the record my instructions weren't to get to know you, I don't gotta do that at all. And I don't have to be nice either.

[He sniffs, making a bit of a face.]

And we aren't exactly the same. For example, I tell her when things happen.

[papasha]

[He gives Taako a look, but isn't bothered by the joking correction.]

I don't mind if you aren't nice. Well, I don't mind if you aren't nice to me.

[He peers at Taako again, both brows rising for a moment.]

Is that why? [Taako is upset, but Blanca doesn't say this.] Because she didn't tell you, and you share everything?

[uhhhmagic]

[Straight up looking away, over at the wall, at that. He was obviously upset and doesn't exactly enjoy being called out on it.]

See? Not everything has to do with you, Mr. Self-centered.

[papasha]

[He can look a tad amused because Taako isn't facing him.]

I wouldn't like it either, [he offers. His expression softens slightly.] I apologize that I can't offer to tell you instead.

Since I know it's not about hearing it at all from me, Mr. Self-Centered. Taako. [Just to see if he'll look.] Have you told her this?

[uhhhmagic]

[He'll look, a little irritated at first but it softens after a second - mostly because he doesn't have the energy to keep up being that pissy towards Blanca. He isn't really that mad at him, truthfully.]

Yes. Just haven't decided how long I'm going to be mad about it. I'm allowed a few days at least.

[papasha]

You're allowed. A minimum of three days; the max is up to you. But just be sure not to make her cry.

[Don't encourage Taako. He is, though.

He turns in place.]

I know you're trying for the perfect cookies, but... I'll be your taste-tester if you make some more.

[He smiles real big. Like a big, dumb idiot. Like he's saying, "Pleeeeeeeease?"]

[uhhhmagic]

[He. Makes a huff sound that could be a laugh, but is not ready to Admit he Laughed at the Joke.]

Uh-huh. You and every other vulture in this place. You're all animals, you know.

[He goes quiet for a second, tucking his hair behind his ears while he thinks over his next move.]

Are you going to report back on me? Did I get a good grade?

[papasha]

We can't help that you are such a good cook, and we are starving.

[He raises his brows again before grinning slightly.]

I can, if you want. The grade depends on how many cookies you let me try.

[uhhhmagic]

Now you're sucking up too hard. Take it down a notch.

[His leg bounces a bit while he thinks all this over then, before he tilts his head and, with all the fondness in the whole world:]

She doesn't tell me things all the time, you know. She doesn't tell anybody everything. You should know that.