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Ta-daaaah. Magic.
[Then he claps his hands and wiggles his fingers to demonstrate that all of them are, in fact, intact. He smirks a little, then rests his chin against his hand.]
Fruity but classy, huh? More of a whiskey lady, myself, but hey, as long as it's got alcohol in it, I'm game. [He gestures for the bartender to come their way.] You ever tried rocket fuel before? It's like, uh, a piña colada but way stronger--
[There's a pause.]
Do you even have piña coladas where you're from?
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Fucking incredible, my man. Truly you're, you're the top wizard around here, that's it right there.
[But he's easily distracted by alcohol suggestions, still grinning away.]
Number one, I am like, destroyed at the idea of someone not knowing what a piña colada is, that's a national tragedy. Absolutely distraught. And uh, number two, anything you could legally use to power something sounds like exactly what I'm into. Put it in as big a container as they're allowed to fill, chaboy has a lot of bod to cover.
[Nagas digest stupid slowly but along a long distance of body, and after some experiments with Fran last month he's determined he needs a lot to get him properly fucked up, not to mention the already high tolerance he had when he was like a fifth of his current size.]
I mean, as long as you're joinin' me.
[He winks, making sure Juno is looking when he does.]
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...Huh. He doesn't really talk to too many werebears. Probably also a werebear thing to be loners. Unless it's different for wereraccoons?
Whatever, he doesn't have time to think about this kind of stuff. Right now, he's going to get fucking hammered and forget about the stupid stuff that's been on his mind ever since he woke up. He quirks an eyebrow upwards, glancing sidelong at Taako. At least he doesn't make a total fool of himself by not overreacting.]
Hey, I wouldn't have sent that invite to you otherwise.
[He then gestures towards the bartender--]
Two rocket fuels. Put 'em in the biggest glasses you have.
[The bartender nods, then pulls two tall, curved glasses from under the bar. He turns towards the blender and starts working, his hands a blur as he pours in cream of coconut, rum, amaretto, pineapple juice...you get the idea. While the bartender tends to their drinks, Juno tries to chat Taako up.]
So, like...what...exactly did you do back at home? With, uh, Lup and the gang. I'm pretty sure Lup mentioned a spaceship or something a while back.
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Still didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch, though. Wasn't a fan of that one.
He snickers a little as Juno makes the order, settling in for the Personal Questions. But hey, since when has Taako ever passed up a chance to talk about himself?]
I mean, travelling planets, finding ancient artifacts, telling a great and powerful evil to shove it up it's ass. Isn't that what everyone does on a spaceship?
[No, Taako, it isn't. But he's also never met someone else who has been on one so??? His guess is as good as anyone's.]
I mean Lup n' I were the head arcanists, y'know, top charge in all things magic, but then she did a side stint in something useless like physics so lotsa that job went to me.
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In my universe, people most use spaceships to just cart their sorry corpses from one planet to another. Not much you can do besides just pilot the damn ship and wait to get there.
[Though, he's never actually been on one before...he's been stubbornly Mars-bound for his entire life leading up to Ryslig, and it's not like this place has air transportation beyond your own wings, if you have them.
The bartender slides them their drinks--two wiggly glasses with what looks to be piña coladas with a little umbrella on top. Juno grabs his glass, but doesn't drink just yet.]
Hey, thanks--head arcanist, huh? Sounds pretty important. [...] Uh...remind me what a head arcanist does. We, uh, don't have magic back where I'm from.
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Why do you need me to remind you if you don't know what it is?
[He chuckles, shifting a bit in his chair to lean more heavily on the bar, tail sloping off the barstool in a different lazy sort of curve.]
But y'know, any and all magic biz. If it's doing something magic, and you need to know about it, I'm there and workin' on it. Like, pretty much everyone on the ship was magic, so we knew it, but like. Lots of different things to learn out there.
[And lots of shit he did. A few languages, some obtuse spells, a lot of ways to die. But not all of that is important right now.]
And I mean, to be fair, we didn't spend a lot of time in like, space-space. There wasn't really a travel experience. But it sounds like that's what you had, huh? You know how to fly?
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...He's not on the job. He should stop trying to analyze people and just enjoy himself.]
Sure. I'll just sprout a pair of wings and become a bird or something and shoot myself into the stratosphere. [He rolls his eyes, stirring his drink with the mini umbrella.] No, you've gotta get your pilots license. I've only got a drivers license, and my car's only clear for level two driving. Only, like...what, ten stories above the ground?
[Oh, did he forget to mention that cars in the future can fly?]
Don't think I ever wanted to leave Hyperion, anyways, so...it's not like I would want to get on a space ship. Too many people who need to be protected and...you know.
[He seems...somewhat unsure about expressing this, for some reason.]
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I mean, if we were literally anywhere else, I could totally hook you up on the wings front. Too bad the local god is captain buzzkill. Also uh, hang on, if you're already moving something off the ground why do you need two different badges to do it? That's just uh, just impractical.
[He sucks down another glup of this drink. Man, it's gonna take him so damn long to get drunk. Fuckin' snake ass.]
But uhh, my man, I very specifically don't know, which was part of the point of me comin' here. Somebody special kickin' around? Family, friends, particularly good fuckbuddy, I dunno.
[Taako leans forward, a little more into Juno's space, eyes glinting a bit in time with the rest of him.]
Or do you just get enough danger when it comes to you?
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[oh god. oh fuck. Juno blinks when Taako leans forward, shifting slightly backwards to readjust the space between them. He likes his personal space, thanks. You're gonna have to try a little harder than that, Taako.]
Just...people, you know? [He's very clearly squirming a little under Taako's gaze, even if he is sort of telling the truth.] I mean, people go through all kinds of shit every day, and I'd like to, you know, not contribute to that shit if I can by helping the people who go through all that shit.
....I don't need to worry about anyone from home. Not anyone in particular, anyways. [A lie.] Like you said, danger has a way of finding me no matter what. [A truth.]
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The end of his tail, slipped around Juno's barstool, creeps higher.]
Sooo you don't wanna rock the boat. Seems pretty time. Kinda thought you might be a little more exciting.
[He's still grinning through, a bit of his lip curled to show the point of a fang.]
Or hmm, just get so much going on that you don't wanna cause more trouble? Because...
[He flops the end of his tail down on Juno's shoulder, over his back.]
Can't just run out on everything, hm?
that taako icon is just knifecat
[Oof. Ouch. If only Taako knew how cutting that last remark actually is. He freezes for a moment, though one might think the cause is Taako's flagrant invasion of his personal space. Juno frowns, glancing briefly at the scaly accessory sitting on his shoulder before gently trying to pry it off in a subtle manner. This lady's playing hard to get.
...But, granted, this is going in an interesting direction, and Juno's going to bite. Is it the alcohol? His curiosity as to see where this might head? Is it his inclination towards burying himself in vice so he may forget about all his problems? Maybe all at once.]
'Course, that doesn't mean I can't handle a bit of excitement now and then.
[He takes another sip of his drink, eyeing Taako carefully.]
i have like four icons that are knifecat but this ones keyworded
So tell me about it then, my man. Juno Steel, space detective or something? You mentioned you do cases here, I can only assume.
[If he has all that excitement, maybe he'll share a bit and Taako can glean a bit more about who this guy actually is beyond just a pretty face.]
god bless
I'm a private eye, actually. Just...on a little planet called Mars. May or may not have heard of it, it's sorta the first colony humans established off-world.
[He takes another swig of his drink and shakes his head, as if trying to clear it.]
Been in the business for like...what, nearly fifteen years? Used to work for the HCPD before that, but.... [He lets out a half-snort, half-scoff.] ...those guys are nothing but crooks.
its 90% of his moods
Taako just grins as Juno speaks, a neutral sort of lazy look that belongs on a simpleton.]
Nope, never heard of it.
[He's telling the truth on that one. Who knows what humans are out there doing? He's also from another planet entirely, which complicates things.]
But that's a long time to be hangin' around one thing. Sounds like you got a real passion, my dude. I'd ask for stories but I bet everybody does.
[So like, shrug on that one. What he really cares about here is just seeing how Juno bats his questions back, how he might continue to play ball.]
You just kinda fall into it like some fantasy Scooby Doo shit? Or is it keeping rumor tabs on the space rich and famous?
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Juno snorts quietly, shaking his head.]
I think I just deluded myself into thinking that I was obligated to do it. Not that I didn't have fun when I could. [His face takes on a slightly more melancholic expression.] I just--I guess after seeing and experiencing the mess that was the HCPD, I wanted to keep fighting to do good without having them get in my way--
[A pause.]
Wait, what the hell is Scooby Doo?
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How should I know?
[And then he just moves right the fuck along.]
Sounds like you enjoy it though, which like, that's reason enough to do anything I guess.
[As if to demonstrate somewhat, Taako decides he is going to up the flirting matrix here by unhinging his new snake jaw and pouring the entirety of his drink down it. Good things about nagas: no gag reflex. Which he punctuates by locking eyes with Juno as soon as he's done, letting his long tongue lick a bit of lost drink off his lips, and wink.]
See? Fun.
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....Also, because he gets distracted by Taako literally unhinging his goddamn jaw and gulping up the rest of his drink. Juno opens his mouth as if to comment, but no sound comes out. His expression twists into what one would assume to be the five stages of grief over the span of three seconds. He feels like he should be used to weird body shit at this point, but really, he hasn't hung around nagas that much and he's always caught off guard anyways.
Eventually, he just rests his chin in his hands and says in a tone of a man who's accepted his reality:]
So, that's an interesting party trick you've got there. [A pause. That was somehow repulsive but also...weirdly intriguing.] I'm assuming that's a snake thing and not an "oh shit, elves can actually unhinge their jaws" kind of thing, because, like, if the latter was the case I might have to re-evaluate all the fantasy stories I've ever read.
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I mean, probably. Who knows what elves are like in other places. But I'll give you the freebie that I picked up that one here. Actually pretty useful, though kinda weird to like, get used to? It's like, it's own genre of mouthfeel.
[Do any of those words make sense in that order, or even at all? Who Fucking Knows.]
You look interested, though. Talk to me about that, boyo.
[Is he getting closer? Yeah. He's not being subtle about the way his torso leans in, face getting closer to Juno's like a dare.]
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Juno doesn't move away from Taako. Instead, he just gives him a conman grin, still resting his head in his hands.]
I mean, what is there to talk about? [He traces the edge of his glass with his index finger, raising an eyebrow.] Besides the fact that I probably never want to see you eat someone like that. You use that mouth for things other than eating?
[Good job, Steel. Nailed it. This is treading into very dangerous territory right now.]
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That, he can savor.
And uh, by the sounds of it, something else very soon. Taako grins, almost too wide, looking incredibly pleased at this line of questioning.]
Weeeeell, someone's pickin' up what I'm puttin' down. Good job, detective.
[He lets his tongue slip on that word, just a bit forked at the end, as his hand puts the now empty glass down on the counter.]
Use it for plenty of things. But if you wanna be done talking, I think there's lots of times we could talk if that ain't where this is going.
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Depends. You can use that tongue to talk all you want, but can you use it to shut other people up?
[The poor bartender starts walking by to pick up Taako's empty drink, perhaps ask if he needs a refill, and pauses a moment as if to evaluate the situation. He then scoots forward to grab it, quickly excusing himself back to the other side of the bar. Juno watches him from the corner of his eye, mildly amused.
He's waiting--hell if he's going to make the first move. Making the first move shows desperation, a vulnerability he's reluctant to admit. Maybe if he just keeps shooting back sarcastic remarks, they'll eventually get somewhere.]
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He's not even paying attention to the bartender's existence, already as in control of the situation as he wants. He might not be as finessed with his tail as he is with magic, but that's not going to stop him from letting the end that was around his barstool slip up behind Juno. Just as he leans in, craning himself taller to look down at the other man, Juno will find himself pushed forward so their faces are only inches apart.]
That depends on how loud you wanna scream.
[His tail coils around towards Juno's middle at the same time he surges forward, lightning quick, to grab Juno's face and pull him into a kiss. Thankfully naga fangs fold back when not in use, but his tongue is longer than a normal person's now, and he is very, very good with that.]
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[Like a rat being caught in a trap (or a raccoon being caught by a snake), Juno has hardly any time to retort or even react before being pulled into the kiss. His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but that expression quickly fades when he starts kissing back, his hands gripping Taako's shoulders tightly.
When Juno finally pulls away to catch his breath, he stares up at Taako, his brain completely and utterly scrambled. It probably doesn't help that he's drunk, too. He tries to pull some amount of words from his thoughts to form a coherent sentence, still reeling from the experience.]
Some tongue, huh?
[oh my god. that was probably the stupidest thing that could've come out of his mouth kill him now]
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It only goes wider when Juno apparently forgets all words. Oh, this is great. This is the kind of shit he needed.]
Oh, you're impressed now?
[He stays close, feeling the breath from Juno's mouth, feeling like he can almost feel his heartbeat.]
I think I can be a lot more impressive than that, if you've got a place to hang.
god that icon is so good
Sure do. Probably not as impressive as--I haven't cleaned in like, a month, so it's not--
[He pauses, trying to untangle his words and rubbing his face. He shakes his head as if to clear it and lets out a small snort.]
--Whatever. You get what I'm saying. [Another pause.] Sooooo...my place, then?
[Surely showing Taako the location of his apartment will have no future consequences regarding a future break in regarding his cat, which he currently does not have.]
hes too pretty for being such a goblin