Chill Out [Closed]

[control_freak]

Who: Foster and Taako
When: Day 142
Where: Trailer 18
What: Foster and Taako talk without there being some kind of fucking crisis.
Warnings: This may get NSFW.



Foster doesn't even pause to turn on the light when they reach his trailer, let alone make sure the door stays open--he collapses directly onto the tangled, bloodstained sheets of what is obviously his bed and rolls onto his back, one hairy arm draped over his eyes.

If Taako wants a second to look around, he has it, but there's not much to see. Trailer 18 is... weirdly empty. It's furnished, obviously, but other than the single unmade bed, there's nothing in it.

The walls are bare, the tables are empty, the other bed is made and untouched.

"Wherever," Foster says, which means... well, it means Taako can put himself wherever.

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[tacosgay]

"... I'm... gonna take that as a yes. Which... okay, uh, first off, kinda sudden? I mean, not that I'm not at all into it, but like..." He babbles for a second, a bit nervously; it's odd, almost unnatural, seeing him so awkward. Taako pauses, taking a breath, and then looks Foster over; he tilts his head a bit.

"... okay. You know what? Sure, let's party, why not. YOLO and all that. But, uh, can I make a request here first?" He points, indicating the wound at Foster's side. "Could you get that patched up, at least, so you're not bleeding all over me the whole time? I know you're probably super into that idea, but I'm... not."

[criticallyfucked]

Mmmm.

On the one hand, Taako appears to have grasped the basic idea: he wants sex, and Foster's body is available to him. On the other, he's failed to really seize the opportunity--or, less probably but more generously, is hedging his bets--by framing his conditions as a request rather than what they are.

Foster isn't feeling very generous.

Even if he were, that... is an impossible request to fulfill!

"Ah... well, that's... I can't! I'm not a fan of doctors." His claws go for his hairline, reflexively, but stop just millimetres in--it's because of the hair clip, but given the few wet scabs still his claws, it's probably better. Not that he notices. Instead, he traces one claw along the outline at the base of one bovine ear, leaning forward already with bright eyes.

"Because I'm scared of them. Haha... pathetic, right? I guess I'm just a coward! So, I can't really obey that order. Sorry!"

[tacosgay]

"... ah." Taako inclines his head, pressing his thumb at his lip as he thinks that over. "... yeah, that explains a lot. Okay, how about this: would you let me fuckin'... stick some gauze over it or something, at least?"

He has no idea if they even have any of that sitting around the trailer, but, if not, he can transmute some up from a fucking washcloth or something, so at least there's that. His magic's come in handy for increasingly mundane things since he moved in with Foster, which is honestly a little bit amusing.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is jolted into laughing.

Not at the request to put gauze over the wound, but 'yeah, that explains a lot' is the funniest thing he's heard in... well, at least a few minutes. It's not even actually funny--

Which might be why it's easy enough to stop, once the initial, irrational impulse had passed.

"Oh, just gauze and tape--? That's fine."

He stops for just a second and makes eye contact with the elf.

"Whatever you want."

What Taako just doesn't get is that short of trying to convince Foster to a doctor, he could do absolutely anything to Foster. And, indeed, would be encouraged to.

[tacosgay]

"... okay, can I ask you a real question, though, real quick before we get started on this whole... thing?"

Taako heads to their little trailer bathroom to get something to transmute into some medical supplies; he has no idea how sanitary shit he makes through transmutation is, but he realizes pretty quickly that Foster definitely doesn't care, and anything will be better than the nothing he's got now. So he whips up a thick gauze pad, and retrieves some normal washcloths to clean the wound with a little before he applies the gauze. He also summons up some tape-- the kind they have in first aid kits, so they don't have to use packing tape or something to stick it on.

He pokes his head back out of the bathroom as he runs some water to dampen the cloths, frowning.

"You're not gonna fucking kill me or something during the act, are you? Like... this isn't some kind of weird trap, right?"

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is.... not surprised, exactly, but goes silent, looking Taako up and down in speculative manner.

It's not that the idea isn't appealing--it's extraordinary, magnificent, exquisite and on another day, might even be tempting, just by its concept alone--but he's been looking for someone to properly use him, not for a way to rack up a body count.

He's not going to back out of that now.

Still, he responds in what is probably the least reassuring manner possible.

"Do you want me to?"

[tacosgay]

"I'm... gonna have to say no, but I appreciate the offer, there, my man," comes Taako's very clearly not at all reassured response. He steps out of the little bathroom, supplies in tow, and he looks over at Foster's bed and its questionable sheets.

"... euhhhh. Can we... do this thing over on the other bed here, maybe?"