[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 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.