[Oh, and he is enjoying himself. He can feel the thrill in the way Barry squirms, the way he watches and leans forward, and Taako can practically hear his heartbeat. What is he thinking is about to happen? Does he think he’ll be hurt? Is he wondering just what Taako knows? He could pull it back now, make him think he was all imagining it, but he doesn’t want to be pursued in a way that might alert other people. There's the long con hook, but it's one he can't afford here. He can hear the other conversations happening, the room semi-full enough to give them the blissful privacy of the crowd, and they are not paying attention. No one is ever paying quite close enough attention.
He leans in in turn, shoulders hunched close, laying the almost eaten scone off to the side as he does, and looks Barry in the eyes.]
Oh yeah, totally.
[Barry will only see it for a second; like he blinked and somehow saw through his eyelids to the scene before him, like a film suddenly falling over the world and showing a blacklight detail. But for just a moment, the man sitting before him is not human at all. His grin is stretched wide, snowy white fur over his snout and up to those icy blue eyes, the same (now matching) white hair pulled back around his head. Two volpine ears sit atop it, tipped in black, and the color travels through his same clothes, out to the hands close to his on the table.
Barry might imagine it looks predatory, that wide toothed grin, the way his eyes lock to make sure he's looking. But more than anything, he looks like he’s about to burst into laughter.
But as soon as he’s seen it, it’s done, and the human is back across from him, perching his head on his hands, fingers laced together under his chin and very, very smug.]
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He leans in in turn, shoulders hunched close, laying the almost eaten scone off to the side as he does, and looks Barry in the eyes.]
Oh yeah, totally.
[Barry will only see it for a second; like he blinked and somehow saw through his eyelids to the scene before him, like a film suddenly falling over the world and showing a blacklight detail. But for just a moment, the man sitting before him is not human at all. His grin is stretched wide, snowy white fur over his snout and up to those icy blue eyes, the same (now matching) white hair pulled back around his head. Two volpine ears sit atop it, tipped in black, and the color travels through his same clothes, out to the hands close to his on the table.
Barry might imagine it looks predatory, that wide toothed grin, the way his eyes lock to make sure he's looking. But more than anything, he looks like he’s about to burst into laughter.
But as soon as he’s seen it, it’s done, and the human is back across from him, perching his head on his hands, fingers laced together under his chin and very, very smug.]
Glad you’re fittin’ in.
[He smiles, and his teeth stay sharp.
Gosh, this is all so funny.]