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[abracafcku]

Hail and well met, my dudes. It's me, Taako. Leave me a message because I'm probably too busy being awesome to talk to you. I'll get back to you. Eventually.

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[necromanswers]

I had about ten seconds between Honerva telling me she was already outside and getting myself there, and I wasn't about to just leave a rando note again.

[That was shitty the first time and she doesn't like the idea of a repeat. She huffs a breath, annoyed but also somewhat defeated - because he is right in this instance - and angrily shoves her soup.]

I thought leaving my body behind would be caution enough, but no dice. Was probably the Polymorph that did it.

[abracafcku]

I swear, both of you are--

[He throws his hands up in frustration and then flops back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He's glad she didn't leave a note. He isn't sure how he would have reacted to seeing one again, not when the memories are still somewhat fresh and the panic of her not being around is still so visceral. But just...leaving? That was worse. He'd come back to both of them sick, but what if he'd just come back to her body lying there and her soul nowhere to be found? How much worse would that have been? His eyes feel hot and he can feel a painful tightness grip his chest as he considers that possibility.]

You could have told me.

[That's all he wanted. Even if it was something she had to do by herself, he wanted to know. He wanted to be able to prepare himself for the worst, to mash the numbers and calculate the odds of them surviving even if they were slim to none. He just didn't want to come back to an empty house again. Not again.

He closes his eyes and sighs.]

And it was probably the toxic as fuck atmosphere out there that seeped into you both. Lungs or no, that shit's magic as hell, I bet. No storm looks the way it does.

[necromanswers]

[She doesn't answer for a long moment, tilting her bowl upright and chugging down the soup as fast as her abused throat will allow. Best to get it down while it's hot, and she might not get back to it for a bit with what she's about to do- which is, after she sets the bowl down and exhale, reach a hand out,]

C'mere.

[She doesn't wait for a response from Taako. Her fingers weave through his, holding fast, and tugs on him trying to urge him closer.]

[abracafcku]

[She reaches for him and Taako cracks one eye opening, frowning at her. He knows what she's trying to do and he goes along with it, rolling toward her, even as he complains.]

If you snot in my hair after all this, I will absconce to my spa and you won't see me for a week.

[necromanswers]

Might do that on purpose just to get your nagging ass out of my face for a while.

[All pointless banter on both sides, she knows, and it shows in how she tangles herself around him, tucking her chin against his neck, one hand lifting to stroke through his hair. It isn't long before she speaks again, her voice quieting.]

...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.