[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 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.