[Everything looks good when it's on Taako, trade secret. He also insisted that Barry bring him out here today so he didn't end up freezing as hell and wanting a nap by the time he arrived; this cold blooded thing is starting to kick his ass. But without having to drag himself through the snow, he's doing well enough to be alert and ready to party.

Taako sets himself up, putting his elbow on the bartop to support his head, face stretched into a grin and a laugh when Juno puts out his one-liner.]

Oh, and he has jokes! Multitalented, all right, all right.

[He wraps a bit of his tail around the bottom of the stool Juno's on, for no other reason than he's obnoxious and wants to take up as much of the other man's space as possible.]

But please, cut these gorg locks? This ain't no monster thing, this is one hundo percent natural Taako, my dude. Likin' your whole look without all the fuzz, too. Though...

[He reaches forward with his claws, poking a bit at Juno's hair, surprisingly gentle.]

Guess you're still fluffy through and though, huh?