[ He's calmed down enough to get the words out without tripping over them, at least. Angus hiccups over what might have been a sob and goes quiet for a few moments before he speaks up again. ]
I didn't know if he was a turbo-lich thing, or if he actually came in with the new arrivals. I thought... I dunno what I thought, but...
[ There were a lot of things said that day that Angus will remember for a long, long time, things that snapped into focus the moment the static faded away, and left him winded. He knows how Taako gets when people point out that he has feelings, so Angus finally sniffles and drags his face away from Taako's (now absolutely damp) shirt with a watery grin. ]
[He's not exactly petting Angus' hair or head at this point, more like little movements with his fingers in his curls, tangling himself purposefully into the fluff. It's a learned motion from years of living with Lup, small gestures of closeness that say he's present and listening despite the words that are liable to come out of his mouth.]
Might've been more fun if he was real. Then I could've actually set him on fire.
[taako NO]
Don't you sweat it little man, no one's gonna come infringe on my IP. And like, I own you, so.
[ He gets it. Angus may not be 100% fluent in Taakospeak, but he gets that there's a significant difference between what the elf says and what he actually means. Welcome to Hugtown, population: them. This is where they live now. ]
You definitely don't, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same, sir. Also, please don't do a murder if you ever actually run into him.
Mmmm, maybe you shoulda read that teaching contract better pumpkin.
[How to cheer up your adoptive child: legal threats? Kids love those, right? He still won't let go until Angus does though, he'll fight every god out there.]
But uhhh, we'll see how he acts. He pulls some of that shit he has deffo earned a little fire time I think.
[After a few seconds, he sighs as if conceding to something unsaid.]
I wrote the teaching contract, and read over it again after you'd made amendments.
[ He does eventually detach from Taako, and busies himself with cleaning his glasses. ]
... You can scare him a little bit if you really need to, but no murders and no immolation, ok? I'm pretty sure that if I studied up, I could provide a pretty good legal defense if he tried to sue you, but the courts might not let me be your lawyer under the circumstances.
[He just snickers, a playful little thing. Don't you worry Ango Dango, he'll find a way to legally own you yet.
(It's adoption. The thing he's thinking of is adoption and it still isn't what he's describing it as. No one @ him he'll sue you on the spot.]
Alright, alright, fine. Would be a shame anyway if he, uh, didn't live to tell the tale of how hard I whooped him.
[Sure, whatever. He reaches down and ruffles Angus' hair, just to muss up whatever form of coordination he just put himself in. And for a moment, his voice tinges a little flatter, into something most people think might sound questioning. Angus will know it's honesty.]
Hey. You know you never have to go back, right? Never. You say you don't wanna see him again and it's done. Okay?
THEY WERE ALMOST CLEAR OF EMOTIONAL TERRITORY, AND NOW THAT TRAIN IS HEADIN' STRAIGHT BACK TO HUGTOWN. Angus holds it together for maybe like... ten seconds, and then he sniffles and just WHUMPS right back into Taako's chest. His hair is a mess (thanks for that, Taako), he's a mess, but they're so, so okay. ]
'Kay! I... I don't, I'd be very surprised if he showed up again, but if he does, you have my permission to scare the shit out of him, not literally, that would be gross, but... but okay!
[For a guy who protests emotions so often, you'd think he'd be less willing to just bring them up some ding dang times. Even as Angus can't see it, for a moment Taako just holds him close, doesn't say a word. It's what he always wanted, when he still believed in adults, when he still believed in parents. He knows what it means. They just don't need to say it.]
Yeah, yeah, I'll keep your opinions on making a grown man crap his pants on file.
[Angus is never going back there, he's decided. He simply isn't. The boy has so much less time than Taako does, and that means there's no point where he'll go unprotected. He'll get to spend his days exactly how he wants them.
If he can't get the chance, Angus certainly deserves it.]
C'mon, I need to get all the boysnot out of my shirt courtesy of your big ol' honker, huh?
[ Hey, this hug says it all, they don't need to use their words for this one. Just being held is enough. They have each other, and things are gonna be okay.
Angus finally detaches himself with one last sniffle and steps back, giving them each a bit of recovery space. He manages to look pretty composed, considering how heavy that conversation was! ]
That's what Prestidigitation is for, sir. Boysnot.
[See, this is the problem with breaking the tension of heavy conversations with jokes. Because he thinks for a second when Angus says that, and then points his finger to his chest with prestidigitation, making any mess disappear.]
Boysnot.
[And then he points to Angus' chest. And it reappears.]
Boysnot.
[Prestidigitate your way outta that one yourself Ango!!]
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[ He's calmed down enough to get the words out without tripping over them, at least. Angus hiccups over what might have been a sob and goes quiet for a few moments before he speaks up again. ]
I didn't know if he was a turbo-lich thing, or if he actually came in with the new arrivals. I thought... I dunno what I thought, but...
[ There were a lot of things said that day that Angus will remember for a long, long time, things that snapped into focus the moment the static faded away, and left him winded. He knows how Taako gets when people point out that he has feelings, so Angus finally sniffles and drags his face away from Taako's (now absolutely damp) shirt with a watery grin. ]
... but it was pretty badass.
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Might've been more fun if he was real. Then I could've actually set him on fire.
[taako NO]
Don't you sweat it little man, no one's gonna come infringe on my IP. And like, I own you, so.
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You definitely don't, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same, sir. Also, please don't do a murder if you ever actually run into him.
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[How to cheer up your adoptive child: legal threats? Kids love those, right? He still won't let go until Angus does though, he'll fight every god out there.]
But uhhh, we'll see how he acts. He pulls some of that shit he has deffo earned a little fire time I think.
[After a few seconds, he sighs as if conceding to something unsaid.]
I won't murder him, don't scream.
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[ He does eventually detach from Taako, and busies himself with cleaning his glasses. ]
... You can scare him a little bit if you really need to, but no murders and no immolation, ok? I'm pretty sure that if I studied up, I could provide a pretty good legal defense if he tried to sue you, but the courts might not let me be your lawyer under the circumstances.
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(It's adoption. The thing he's thinking of is adoption and it still isn't what he's describing it as. No one @ him he'll sue you on the spot.]
Alright, alright, fine. Would be a shame anyway if he, uh, didn't live to tell the tale of how hard I whooped him.
[Sure, whatever. He reaches down and ruffles Angus' hair, just to muss up whatever form of coordination he just put himself in. And for a moment, his voice tinges a little flatter, into something most people think might sound questioning. Angus will know it's honesty.]
Hey. You know you never have to go back, right? Never. You say you don't wanna see him again and it's done. Okay?
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THEY WERE ALMOST CLEAR OF EMOTIONAL TERRITORY, AND NOW THAT TRAIN IS HEADIN' STRAIGHT BACK TO HUGTOWN. Angus holds it together for maybe like... ten seconds, and then he sniffles and just WHUMPS right back into Taako's chest. His hair is a mess (thanks for that, Taako), he's a mess, but they're so, so okay. ]
'Kay! I... I don't, I'd be very surprised if he showed up again, but if he does, you have my permission to scare the shit out of him, not literally, that would be gross, but... but okay!
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Yeah, yeah, I'll keep your opinions on making a grown man crap his pants on file.
[Angus is never going back there, he's decided. He simply isn't. The boy has so much less time than Taako does, and that means there's no point where he'll go unprotected. He'll get to spend his days exactly how he wants them.
If he can't get the chance, Angus certainly deserves it.]
C'mon, I need to get all the boysnot out of my shirt courtesy of your big ol' honker, huh?
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Angus finally detaches himself with one last sniffle and steps back, giving them each a bit of recovery space. He manages to look pretty composed, considering how heavy that conversation was! ]
That's what Prestidigitation is for, sir. Boysnot.
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Boysnot.
[And then he points to Angus' chest. And it reappears.]
Boysnot.
[Prestidigitate your way outta that one yourself Ango!!]
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Angus fuckin' recoils with an indignant yelp, because there are few things more unpleasant than feeling the front of your shirt go damp. ]
SIR!!
[ CLEANUP IN AISLE SWEATERVEST, HE'LL BE PRESTIDIGITATING THAT GROSSNESS AWAY NOW THANKYOUEVERYMUCH ]
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It all works out. And as far as he's concerned, for the better.]