[Look who's talking! They are both messes. Complete, beautiful messes. But at least they can be messy together.]
Right? How gay is that?
[But Lup can sense the shift in her twin's tone, the way he wants to leave this conversation as is and move on. She knows that he'll give what she's said today some real thought, and if he's still struggling over the next month or so, they can revisit this topic. Together.
Without much warning, Lup sweeps in and presses a quick, slightly messy kiss to Taako's cheek, before she's untangling herself from him, leaving only a single hand twined with his which she tugs forward.]
Gods, you are such a mess without me. How do you even manage without my gorg face here to guide you? C'mon, babe, it's time to chow down.
[Hand in hand, Lup guides her twin out of their bedroom, pausing in her stride only to shoot him a grin from over her shoulder. Whatever happens next, whatever steps Taako chooses to take or not, she'll always be right here at his side, supporting him to the end.]
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Oh shut up. Don't go ganging up on me. He does enough dumb stupid stuff, obviously.
[He'll have to think of a way to pay it back to him. But not now, not when Lup's back and he's back and he wants to stay exactly right here.]
I can't believe he did my fucking hair. Idiot.
[Taako looks up towards her, finally flipping the braid back over his shoulder.]
You wanna get something to eat? I slept for like, 16 fucking hours. Starvingggg.
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Right? How gay is that?
[But Lup can sense the shift in her twin's tone, the way he wants to leave this conversation as is and move on. She knows that he'll give what she's said today some real thought, and if he's still struggling over the next month or so, they can revisit this topic. Together.
Without much warning, Lup sweeps in and presses a quick, slightly messy kiss to Taako's cheek, before she's untangling herself from him, leaving only a single hand twined with his which she tugs forward.]
Gods, you are such a mess without me. How do you even manage without my gorg face here to guide you? C'mon, babe, it's time to chow down.
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You're the fuckin' mess, you dirt goblin, get off my sheets.
[But he's following after her, not letting go of her hand.]
I haven't cooked in like, days so who knows what's in the fridge, but uh, we'll figure it out, 'kay?
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We always do.