[He feels his eyes widen as the other man stands, gaze travelling upwards as he rises. Oh, god, he's even fucking bigger now. Taako's not a short man- he's six feet without heels, easily. But fuck, he has the feeling this would be bigger than him even if it was just a horse. Not gonna lie, either, the blood is pretty intimidating.
Too bad Taako's a fucking idiot.]
Uh, if you wanted to convince me of leaving, you probably should've done it by talking to me first. Or uh, putting on a shirt maybe.
[Yeah, he's a fucking moron. Deciding he's been had, he clambers out of the bushes, brushing leaves off his clothes as he arrives. Nothing fancy for a trip through the woods; a pair of fashionable overalls and a crop top doesn't make for an intimidating look. He runs his hand up and through his hair, pushing most of it back and over his head while bits of fringe fall around his eyes.]
So you're real, right? This is really happening? I mean, no offense if you're not, or whatever, I've been kinda fucked up this weekend. But I get the feeling you weren't, uh, talking to me there, or maybe you thought you were or I was some other dude. Maybe the cause of uh, all that.
[He kind of gives a wiggly motion to the blood on his face.]
I mean the injures there btw, not your face. It's a great face.
[Kravitz opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it once more, this time leaving it to hang that way as he blinks dumbly. Blood rushes to his cheeks.
Did this guy just clamber out of a bush to hit on him? Is this some kind of ingenious fucking ruse and he's about to get stabbed in the gut?]
Uhhhhhhh.
[Somewhere in his staring- nice, cool, human(?) dude also has a hot bod, important info he definitely needed- Kravitz is pretty sure he picks up that this guy wasn't with the group that attacked him earlier, and that once again, he's hitting on him.]
...Could you repeat that? --No, I, sorry- you're not intimidated by me at all?
[Oh. Oh jeez, he's blushing. That only serves to make him less scared, because it's actually wildly cute. The idea of something that could kill him getting flustered is just staggering in a way he can't even describe, and he's going to ask his dick to politely Not in this exact moment, because this is a dude but still, like, a horse dude. He's not willing to confront that part of himself just yet. Taako cards a hand through his hair again, shaking a stray twig out and letting the bangs fall back around his eyes.]
I mean, don't get me wrong, you uh, totally look like you could kill me right now? But I kinda figured if you saw I was like, kinda hot, maybe you wouldn't be inclined to kick me in the fucking head.
[Even though he sounds like he already has been. Taako gestures to his face again, sort of spinning his wrist the direction of the blood.]
Or uh, maybe you did? Instructions were unclear, got my dick caught in the ceiling fan, anyway--
[Is Kravitz catching on that he talks when he's nervous and this is why he's never shutting up? Maybe!]
I wasn't even out here looking for you, actually, I just heard something fucking big over here and I wanted to make sure you weren't, uh, a big fucking bear or something that was gonna eat me. But uh, pretty cool that you're not doing that. Really into this.
[Kravitz chokes out a laugh, something stuttery and disbelieving. He's still red.]
I commend you for being so upfront about that? I guess? "Kinda" hot...
[That last part is to himself; sarcastic and maybe a tad self-mocking. He's gay. End him.
Much of what Taako says goes over his head- the fuck is a ceiling fan???- but something in his tone ignites a thread of anxiety. Maybe it's just Taako's own nervousness, feeding back into Kravitz like a loop- but regardless, he kicks anxiously at the ground.]
Yes. Well. No bears here. And I can expect no more humans, either, correct?
[read: you're not about to tell all ur friends where i am right]
[Taako grins at that little bit, trying to make himself look less stupid but gaining more control in this situation than he thought he had. So that's essentially key for 'I've started getting away with things, I bet I can keep doing so'. He swings his hips out and puts his hands on them, legs just a bit apart in the weirdest sort of sideways stance. Yes. Power move.
(The kicks do make him a little anxious. That shit could kill him stupid fast.)]
What, no, no, they're way back there. I mean, if they show up, I didn't call 'em, but by the time they all come looking they'll probably be wasted again and think you aren't real.
[He's still gotta ask though, because he's a rude boy, and he points to the blood on Kravitz' face.]
So uh, what happened to you, stallion of the cimarron? Get into a fight? Lose to a tree? You can make up some badass reason if it was just somethin' real dumb, I won't judge, uh, a lot.
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i love you but also DONT
Too bad Taako's a fucking idiot.]
Uh, if you wanted to convince me of leaving, you probably should've done it by talking to me first. Or uh, putting on a shirt maybe.
[Yeah, he's a fucking moron. Deciding he's been had, he clambers out of the bushes, brushing leaves off his clothes as he arrives. Nothing fancy for a trip through the woods; a pair of fashionable overalls and a crop top doesn't make for an intimidating look. He runs his hand up and through his hair, pushing most of it back and over his head while bits of fringe fall around his eyes.]
So you're real, right? This is really happening? I mean, no offense if you're not, or whatever, I've been kinda fucked up this weekend. But I get the feeling you weren't, uh, talking to me there, or maybe you thought you were or I was some other dude. Maybe the cause of uh, all that.
[He kind of gives a wiggly motion to the blood on his face.]
I mean the injures there btw, not your face. It's a great face.
[Dumbass.]
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Did this guy just clamber out of a bush to hit on him? Is this some kind of ingenious fucking ruse and he's about to get stabbed in the gut?]
Uhhhhhhh.
[Somewhere in his staring- nice, cool, human(?) dude also has a hot bod, important info he definitely needed- Kravitz is pretty sure he picks up that this guy wasn't with the group that attacked him earlier, and that once again, he's hitting on him.]
...Could you repeat that? --No, I, sorry- you're not intimidated by me at all?
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I mean, don't get me wrong, you uh, totally look like you could kill me right now? But I kinda figured if you saw I was like, kinda hot, maybe you wouldn't be inclined to kick me in the fucking head.
[Even though he sounds like he already has been. Taako gestures to his face again, sort of spinning his wrist the direction of the blood.]
Or uh, maybe you did? Instructions were unclear, got my dick caught in the ceiling fan, anyway--
[Is Kravitz catching on that he talks when he's nervous and this is why he's never shutting up? Maybe!]
I wasn't even out here looking for you, actually, I just heard something fucking big over here and I wanted to make sure you weren't, uh, a big fucking bear or something that was gonna eat me. But uh, pretty cool that you're not doing that. Really into this.
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I commend you for being so upfront about that? I guess? "Kinda" hot...
[That last part is to himself; sarcastic and maybe a tad self-mocking. He's gay. End him.
Much of what Taako says goes over his head- the fuck is a ceiling fan???- but something in his tone ignites a thread of anxiety. Maybe it's just Taako's own nervousness, feeding back into Kravitz like a loop- but regardless, he kicks anxiously at the ground.]
Yes. Well. No bears here. And I can expect no more humans, either, correct?
[read: you're not about to tell all ur friends where i am right]
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(The kicks do make him a little anxious. That shit could kill him stupid fast.)]
What, no, no, they're way back there. I mean, if they show up, I didn't call 'em, but by the time they all come looking they'll probably be wasted again and think you aren't real.
[He's still gotta ask though, because he's a rude boy, and he points to the blood on Kravitz' face.]
So uh, what happened to you, stallion of the cimarron? Get into a fight? Lose to a tree? You can make up some badass reason if it was just somethin' real dumb, I won't judge, uh, a lot.