At least Taako is polite when he shows up at Mr. Redford's door - he brings cheese straws as promised! Knocking on the door extremely insistently, because . . . he's actually got other things he wants to do today, but also, he doesn't want to die.]
Hello? You there? If you've pulled a power move where you're making me stand outside this door like a fucking idiot, I'm going to flip absolute shit.
[There's the long stretch of silence where one wonders, maybe, if Taako's going to have to flip absolute shit...]
Hey.
[And then Aizawa peers out from the laundry room. He's pulled his hair back into a ponytail and... actually... changed clothes?? What the fuck?? He's got a sweater and some jeans. It's not like a 10/10 outfit but it's better than before.]
[He is really on the edge of his patience limit by the time Aizawa just decides to show up - he'd put on a truly terrible outfit and everything for this. He's still got a giant hat on.
Pelting a cheese straw at him. What a good start!]
[Right. Honestly? Fair. Scuffing a foot on the floor, drawing up at the accusation.
He is taking this a little too personally, but maybe the extremely horny persona is just kind of an act and all of this required exposure is a little difficult for? Some people? Certainly not Taako, but some people. Rolling his eyes and dropping any sort of objection, visibly going back to his typical loose posture.]
[wow, no... this guy with the largely flamboyant personality... might be exaggerating it to hide actual insecurities?? wowwwww]
[Either way, Taako settles down so Aizawa doesn't feel the need to press it further.]
Uh huh. Cool.
[he'll shuffle over and press his clamshell to the door, opening it with a click. the room is... barely unchanged from the default. he and kagachi are not interior decorators.]
My roommate and I agreed not to use the bed since either of us could sleep in it. Is that going to be a problem?
[he wouldn't have thought so a second ago but... suddenly he has a doubt]
[Putting the tray of cheese straws down on any available counter, then. Crossing his arms. Is this guy serious? If he had any pride left with the countdown clicking away in the background, he'd walk away right this fucking second, but he doesn't, so.]
[Now he's being asked to do the laundry after? This really is just like wizard college again. There are depths, but these are not the depths he'll go to, okay. He fucking hates laundry.]
Honestly, I don't give a shit at this point. [He reaches up to take off his giant wizard hat at least, tossing that on the counter too, along with his clamshell.]
Anyway, here's my ground rules: [Holding up a hand to start counting off on fingers.] No marks where you can see them, you can pull my hair but if you pull any of it out I will scream in a not-good way, and you have to tell me I'm pretty at least once. [god. at least he's honest about it?] Cool?
[And so, they found solidarity in the fact they both fucking hate laundry. Maybe they're not so different after all.]
[haha as if]
You're pretty- [the briefest pause] -pretty impatient, that is.
[he reaches his hand out to slip around the other's waist and tug him a bit closer. they're the exact same goddamn height so this is really just noodles- angel hair pasta vs linguine]
[Snorting a laugh! Which probably makes that move a bit less sexy, but he likes it anyway. Letting himself be moved easily, all loose limbs. Putting his arms over his shoulders, leaning heavily on him. Okay, he's back in.]
That one doesn't count, no qualifiers. Can't believe you already fucked this up.
[What's that?? The barest glimpse of a smile on Aizawa's lips, too? That can't be real, can it. Clearly just a hallucination caused by their fear of inevitable death if they don't fuck.]
I hadn't already when I left you waiting outside the door?
[he's getting the feeling he's allowed to fuck up a few more times]
I'll be more careful.
[and with that, whoop, one arm goes down to grab his leg and pick him up. it doesn't even phase him. it's like holding a couple of grapes. either way, they're going for the loveseat.]
[Oh he's definitely back in now. Taako starts immediately giggling at being picked up, partially out of fear of death, but partially because he's absolutely into the whole being carried around like he weighs as much as a couple of grapes. Really hope he's prepared for Taako to . . . not be quiet at all, ever. He has zero capability to shut his mouth at any time. He doesn't even complain about the loveseat.]
You're redeeming yourself now, my man.
[But, okay, he can be a little quiet - mostly because he's a little busy trying to kiss him. Good luck trying to aim for that love seat with that happening, pal, because it will be hell to pay if he's dropped on his ass on the floor.]
[He, tragically, might have a thing for blondes who don't know how to shut up. Don't @ him about it.]
[Either way, he hasn't even drank anything today, he'll keep his balance, even with the assault of lips on his lips and the taste of cheese straws (not exactly sexy). He doesn't drop Taako's ass on the floor but he does half-drop him on the love seat while they figure out what exact configuration of two six-foot-tall men works on a love seat.]
[His hands reach out, groping to try and move fabric out of the way and-]
[-abruptly realizes what a fucking ridiculous outfit Taako really has on. Really. Who made this. What purpose does it serve.]
[Taako has had . . . a good bit to drink today, so he's powering right through the half-drop with barely an irritated sound at him, and the cheese straw thing. It's whatever. He does not give a single shit at the moment. As for configuration, it's not going to be comfortable! If only someone here had enough of a backbone to stand up to their roommate.
He pauses in whatever he's trying to do when he figures out Aizawa is stumped by the intricates of a very cheap velvet dress. Apparently it's purpose is to confuse and baffle men, because Taako seems a little lost too when he tries to help. He's the one that? Put it on his own damn body? Muttering hold on at him and squirming until he can undo the knot at the back of his neck at least so the top half of it can be pushed out of the way once he wiggles out of the sleeves. Jesus Christ. This is deeply unsexy, probably, but Taako just grins at him confidently anyway, pulling his arms out of the sleeves like he's actually revealing something appealing.]
[It's not a matter of backbone, it's just logical to come to an agreement with a roommate and he doesn't want to do laundry. Invite him to your place next time, jeez.]
[Either way, there's the mess of trying to get the cheap velvet dress off and- All Taako has essentially done is revealed his big ol' RAN FROM MY CRIMES tattoo. This is not what Aizawa wants to look at during this. He has so many small regrets.]
Hm. Sure. Here, flip over.
[And Aizawa pulls back enough to start to try and manhandle Taako onto his stomach. That positioning does also, uh, leave something of an implication of an act. Considering he may end up ass-up about it.]
[ No because then Taako would have to have a backbone and talk to his roommate about this? God.
Taako had actually briefly forgotten about the tattoo (despite the fact he chose this dress kinda specifically because it covered it wow) and is mildly surprised to see it again. Moving easily enough (or, as well as he can, because this is kind of tight - apparently just accepting that as a fair enough move. Only so many people are into the guilt thing as a turn on. ]
Making a lot of assumptions about me right now, ain’t cha?
[ His tone is light though, so clearly he doesn’t object too hard to any of those assumptions. Assuming the position, arching his back - partially just to show off, pulling his braid over his shoulder like he’s incredibly nonchalant about all this. ].
[Listen, he heard Taako giggle when he was picked up. He just sort of figured.]
[Either way, he'll trail a hand along the other's exposed back. His hands are pretty rough and calloused. They warm quickly against the other's skin. He drags a fingertip against the other's spine until it brushes against that stupid velvet again.]
Anyways, [Reaching up to place a kiss- followed by a bite- on the other's shoulder.] Your back's about as pretty as your front.
[Says the highest strung jackass in this? Entire place? What horseshit. Anyway, Aizawa is actually entirely right, because Taako is very into this. He doesn't have to do any actual work for the moment other than look pretty and receive attention, so it's pretty much his ideal scenario. Lazy!!!
His skin shivers under the touch, and he fidgets impatiently, sighing out, not exactly bothering to hide any sort of reaction. His skin isn't exactly unmarred, now that it's all exposed - without his illusion magic here the evidence of a century of adventuring is a little more obvious. A few nicks and scars that haven't healed perfectly. It hasn't seemed to slow his vanity roll though, because he still wiggles his hips at the other like he's showing something off here. It's probably extremely annoying.
He gives a loud gasp when he's bitten, though It is very hard to tell if it's from being told he's pretty like this or the bite itself. ]
[It's Taako Tuesday, motherfuckers. (No one can stop me from backdating)]
[Anyways, Aizawa called a favor over something extremely petty and got another person to agree to a favor without exactly knowing what the hell it was. He'd feel bad about it, but he gets the suspicion that Taako would do the absolute same thing to him at any point. So, why the hell not.]
[This time, Taako barely has to knock at all before the door swings open.]
Hey.
[It's Aizawa, with his hair tied up again, wearing his practically-a-trashbag outfit.]
[It's Taako fuckin' Tuesday!!!!! (get it. on account of the fuckin'.)
Taako is here, he's queer, he's in another really dumb outfit because he's learned nothing from his mistakes. Why is he bothering with a bralette. There's nothing there, Taako. He doesn't seem ashamed of his choices so far on any account in particular. He might though if he gets disrespected about the bed again?
He hasn't brought snacks this time though. So take that as you will.
Brushing past time (careful not to touch), giving a little wave.]
Uh-huh. You're being polite. So what you're about to ask for is gonna be really fucked up, right?
[A proud tradition that in no way, shape, or form will be broken.]
[Anyways, Aizawa's smart enough to not question the outfit. Lord knows any questions he had about the outfit he doesn't actually want to know the answer to.]
Your definition of "fucked up" could be much different than mine.
[............ he doesn't deny it, though???]
Honestly, I didn't bother with this sort of thing much back home. Setting up these kind of things is new to me.
[I mean, he's had a few more years for expertise, anyway. Crossing his arms, waiting? For the other shoe to drop on this one. He's okay with skipping the niceties, apparently.]
I think you'd be offended if I assumed you were an amateur.
[so he manages to successfully... not answer that question? it doesn't matter anyways, it's more rhetorical than anything else]
[Aizawa tugs loose the mess of cloth strips that hands around his neck. It looks like a tangled mess but, with a single tug, he seems to be able to unwind it and manipulate it with his hand.]
[It's true, he would be offended if he had assumed Taako was an amateur. The only way to win there was to not play, so, smart move.
He blinks at him for a second, processing, giving the cloth a serious once over - before he snorts a laugh into his hand. Apparently, this qualifies as humor.]
That's what you're calling your favor in for? I mean, sure, whatever. Fine. I'm just sayin' you could have asked for more.
[He doesn't seem particularly enticed by the idea that he could have asked for more- he asked for what he wanted and it was agreed to. How could there possibly be a more satisfying conclusion. He twists the fabric around his hand once or twice.]
Ah, drat, and I was just thinking of some creative threesomes.
[this line is delivered so flatly, Taako, and even then, he seems not to trust the other to let it slide and immediately says,]
[Just watching him do that, shifting a bit awkwardly on his feet where he isn't quite certain what to do or where to go for the moment.
And yeah, absolutely not gonna let it slide.]
Oh, ergh, never would have flown. Like to be the center of attention too much for a threesome. Anyway, if I'm being real, I'm normally super bad at repaying favors, so, lucky you.
[Careful, deliberate unwinding, while he talks in the same even, measured tone.]
Hm. I could try to do this without touching you, [considering, you know, it's Tuesday and if Taako hasn't figured out about the sexy touch he's gonna have a real fun discovery]
But, really, that's contrary to the whole point of this.
[With a sudden, sharp gesture, the strip of cloth moves out and wraps around Taako's wrist. Aizawa tugs his hand back, to yank the other forward to where he can reach out and grab his other wrist with his hand. Skin-to-skin contact.]
[Trust, he figured that one out pretty quick this week, hence the strange song and dance up until this point. He'd suspected this was gonna get horny, but one never wants to, y'know, assume?
Stumbling over his own dejected giraffe legs when he's yanked forward, but he recovers quickly enough, fixing Aizawa with a challenging look and an extremely cocksure grin. He was into the whole cool guy act even before the touch sent him directly into overdrive - he mutters a good hey, fuck you by the way when Aizawa grabs him, but not with any real venom - so now this whole situation is entirely his shit.]
Seem pretty confident with this whole thing, pumpkin, for being new to it.
[Aizawa's two modes are "weird goblin human" and "cool guy" so lucky for Taako. The bad luck is he can rapidly rotate between them.]
I don't bother much with hook-ups.
[he corrects, bringing the other's hands together and binding them together with the cloth]
This, though, [another loop of cloth, this one getting tossed up and swung around part of the light fixture. A tug to that strip and Taako will feel his arms getting swung up above his head.]
[He's King Gremlin, so Taako's not exactly one to judge another Gremlin. Or he is, but at the moment he's not about to call him out. Taako is . . . quite tall, so he's still perfectly on his feet, just with his arms above his head. Quite calm about all this, despite the Horny Touch? It's fine. Maybe he'd be more nervous without it.
Since his hands are occupied, trying to blow some hair that's fallen in his face out of the way, flexing his wrists to test it. He's not at all strong, so, probably not gonna achieve anything.]
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WEEK 1 TUESDAY
At least Taako is polite when he shows up at Mr. Redford's door - he brings cheese straws as promised! Knocking on the door extremely insistently, because . . . he's actually got other things he wants to do today, but also, he doesn't want to die.]
Hello? You there? If you've pulled a power move where you're making me stand outside this door like a fucking idiot, I'm going to flip absolute shit.
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Hey.
[And then Aizawa peers out from the laundry room. He's pulled his hair back into a ponytail and... actually... changed clothes?? What the fuck?? He's got a sweater and some jeans. It's not like a 10/10 outfit but it's better than before.]
I told you I'm not in there a lot.
[what a needy guy!!]
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Pelting a cheese straw at him. What a good start!]
What the hell!
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[... he bites off the tip and chews for a few seconds]
[neither of them are making very flattering impressions]
You're acting like you got stood up on a date. Don't make this weirder than it is.
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He is taking this a little too personally, but maybe the extremely horny persona is just kind of an act and all of this required exposure is a little difficult for? Some people? Certainly not Taako, but some people. Rolling his eyes and dropping any sort of objection, visibly going back to his typical loose posture.]
Right, whatever. It's cool.
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[Either way, Taako settles down so Aizawa doesn't feel the need to press it further.]
Uh huh. Cool.
[he'll shuffle over and press his clamshell to the door, opening it with a click. the room is... barely unchanged from the default. he and kagachi are not interior decorators.]
My roommate and I agreed not to use the bed since either of us could sleep in it. Is that going to be a problem?
[he wouldn't have thought so a second ago but... suddenly he has a doubt]
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I-- uh. You can wash sheets, you know?
[Looking around? For options though.]
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If you want the bed so badly then you can wash them after, sure.
[Does Aizawa even realize he's being this annoying? Maybe.]
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Honestly, I don't give a shit at this point. [He reaches up to take off his giant wizard hat at least, tossing that on the counter too, along with his clamshell.]
Anyway, here's my ground rules: [Holding up a hand to start counting off on fingers.] No marks where you can see them, you can pull my hair but if you pull any of it out I will scream in a not-good way, and you have to tell me I'm pretty at least once. [god. at least he's honest about it?] Cool?
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[haha as if]
You're pretty- [the briefest pause] -pretty impatient, that is.
[he reaches his hand out to slip around the other's waist and tug him a bit closer. they're the exact same goddamn height so this is really just noodles- angel hair pasta vs linguine]
But, fine, I agree to your terms.
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That one doesn't count, no qualifiers. Can't believe you already fucked this up.
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I hadn't already when I left you waiting outside the door?
[he's getting the feeling he's allowed to fuck up a few more times]
I'll be more careful.
[and with that, whoop, one arm goes down to grab his leg and pick him up. it doesn't even phase him. it's like holding a couple of grapes. either way, they're going for the loveseat.]
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You're redeeming yourself now, my man.
[But, okay, he can be a little quiet - mostly because he's a little busy trying to kiss him. Good luck trying to aim for that love seat with that happening, pal, because it will be hell to pay if he's dropped on his ass on the floor.]
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[Either way, he hasn't even drank anything today, he'll keep his balance, even with the assault of lips on his lips and the taste of cheese straws (not exactly sexy). He doesn't drop Taako's ass on the floor but he does half-drop him on the love seat while they figure out what exact configuration of two six-foot-tall men works on a love seat.]
[His hands reach out, groping to try and move fabric out of the way and-]
[-abruptly realizes what a fucking ridiculous outfit Taako really has on. Really. Who made this. What purpose does it serve.]
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He pauses in whatever he's trying to do when he figures out Aizawa is stumped by the intricates of a very cheap velvet dress. Apparently it's purpose is to confuse and baffle men, because Taako seems a little lost too when he tries to help. He's the one that? Put it on his own damn body? Muttering hold on at him and squirming until he can undo the knot at the back of his neck at least so the top half of it can be pushed out of the way once he wiggles out of the sleeves. Jesus Christ. This is deeply unsexy, probably, but Taako just grins at him confidently anyway, pulling his arms out of the sleeves like he's actually revealing something appealing.]
Got 'em.
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[Either way, there's the mess of trying to get the cheap velvet dress off and- All Taako has essentially done is revealed his big ol' RAN FROM MY CRIMES tattoo. This is not what Aizawa wants to look at during this. He has so many small regrets.]
Hm. Sure. Here, flip over.
[And Aizawa pulls back enough to start to try and manhandle Taako onto his stomach. That positioning does also, uh, leave something of an implication of an act. Considering he may end up ass-up about it.]
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Taako had actually briefly forgotten about the tattoo (despite the fact he chose this dress kinda specifically because it covered it wow) and is mildly surprised to see it again. Moving easily enough (or, as well as he can, because this is kind of tight - apparently just accepting that as a fair enough move. Only so many people are into the guilt thing as a turn on. ]
Making a lot of assumptions about me right now, ain’t cha?
[ His tone is light though, so clearly he doesn’t object too hard to any of those assumptions. Assuming the position, arching his back - partially just to show off, pulling his braid over his shoulder like he’s incredibly nonchalant about all this. ].
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[Listen, he heard Taako giggle when he was picked up. He just sort of figured.]
[Either way, he'll trail a hand along the other's exposed back. His hands are pretty rough and calloused. They warm quickly against the other's skin. He drags a fingertip against the other's spine until it brushes against that stupid velvet again.]
Anyways, [Reaching up to place a kiss- followed by a bite- on the other's shoulder.] Your back's about as pretty as your front.
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[Says the highest strung jackass in this? Entire place? What horseshit. Anyway, Aizawa is actually entirely right, because Taako is very into this. He doesn't have to do any actual work for the moment other than look pretty and receive attention, so it's pretty much his ideal scenario. Lazy!!!
His skin shivers under the touch, and he fidgets impatiently, sighing out, not exactly bothering to hide any sort of reaction. His skin isn't exactly unmarred, now that it's all exposed - without his illusion magic here the evidence of a century of adventuring is a little more obvious. A few nicks and scars that haven't healed perfectly. It hasn't seemed to slow his vanity roll though, because he still wiggles his hips at the other like he's showing something off here. It's probably extremely annoying.
He gives a loud gasp when he's bitten, though It is very hard to tell if it's from being told he's pretty like this or the bite itself. ]
Wow, way better second attempt.
WEEK 2 TUESDAY
[Anyways, Aizawa called a favor over something extremely petty and got another person to agree to a favor without exactly knowing what the hell it was. He'd feel bad about it, but he gets the suspicion that Taako would do the absolute same thing to him at any point. So, why the hell not.]
[This time, Taako barely has to knock at all before the door swings open.]
Hey.
[It's Aizawa, with his hair tied up again, wearing his practically-a-trashbag outfit.]
Glad you could make it, come in.
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Taako is here, he's queer, he's in another really dumb outfit because he's learned nothing from his mistakes. Why is he bothering with a bralette. There's nothing there, Taako. He doesn't seem ashamed of his choices so far on any account in particular. He might though if he gets disrespected about the bed again?
He hasn't brought snacks this time though. So take that as you will.
Brushing past time (careful not to touch), giving a little wave.]
Uh-huh. You're being polite. So what you're about to ask for is gonna be really fucked up, right?
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[Anyways, Aizawa's smart enough to not question the outfit. Lord knows any questions he had about the outfit he doesn't actually want to know the answer to.]
Your definition of "fucked up" could be much different than mine.
[............ he doesn't deny it, though???]
Honestly, I didn't bother with this sort of thing much back home. Setting up these kind of things is new to me.
[so, like, might as well be a bit polite]
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[I mean, he's had a few more years for expertise, anyway. Crossing his arms, waiting? For the other shoe to drop on this one. He's okay with skipping the niceties, apparently.]
So, what's the favor, amigo. Hit me with it.
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[so he manages to successfully... not answer that question? it doesn't matter anyways, it's more rhetorical than anything else]
[Aizawa tugs loose the mess of cloth strips that hands around his neck. It looks like a tangled mess but, with a single tug, he seems to be able to unwind it and manipulate it with his hand.]
I'd like to tie you up.
[Blunt can be responded to with blunt!]
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He blinks at him for a second, processing, giving the cloth a serious once over - before he snorts a laugh into his hand. Apparently, this qualifies as humor.]
That's what you're calling your favor in for? I mean, sure, whatever. Fine. I'm just sayin' you could have asked for more.
[but in case he changes his mind]
Too late though, you're locked in.
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Ah, drat, and I was just thinking of some creative threesomes.
[this line is delivered so flatly, Taako, and even then, he seems not to trust the other to let it slide and immediately says,]
Kidding.
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And yeah, absolutely not gonna let it slide.]
Oh, ergh, never would have flown. Like to be the center of attention too much for a threesome. Anyway, if I'm being real, I'm normally super bad at repaying favors, so, lucky you.
[Clearly stalling now.]
Soooooo, uh . . .
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Hm. I could try to do this without touching you, [considering, you know, it's Tuesday and if Taako hasn't figured out about the sexy touch he's gonna have a real fun discovery]
But, really, that's contrary to the whole point of this.
[With a sudden, sharp gesture, the strip of cloth moves out and wraps around Taako's wrist. Aizawa tugs his hand back, to yank the other forward to where he can reach out and grab his other wrist with his hand. Skin-to-skin contact.]
And this seems more fun anyways.
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Stumbling over his own dejected giraffe legs when he's yanked forward, but he recovers quickly enough, fixing Aizawa with a challenging look and an extremely cocksure grin. He was into the whole cool guy act even before the touch sent him directly into overdrive - he mutters a good hey, fuck you by the way when Aizawa grabs him, but not with any real venom - so now this whole situation is entirely his shit.]
Seem pretty confident with this whole thing, pumpkin, for being new to it.
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I don't bother much with hook-ups.
[he corrects, bringing the other's hands together and binding them together with the cloth]
This, though, [another loop of cloth, this one getting tossed up and swung around part of the light fixture. A tug to that strip and Taako will feel his arms getting swung up above his head.]
I'd say I'm pretty confident at it.
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Since his hands are occupied, trying to blow some hair that's fallen in his face out of the way, flexing his wrists to test it. He's not at all strong, so, probably not gonna achieve anything.]
You're doing great, sweetie.