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lostcarnival2017-08-24 10:22 pm
tacosgay) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-24 10:22 pm
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welcome to the toaster oven
Who: Foster and Taako.
When: Day 150
Where: Trailer 18
What: Taako and Foster hang out in their newly-shared trailer and talk. It turns predictably nsfw.
Warnings: nsfw conversation, and potentially nsfw acts? Who knows with these two. UPDATE: holy shit this thread got messy and gross. PROBABLY SKIP THIS IF YOU AREN'T RAILE OR ME.
Taako is bored. It's not an unusual sensation for him, given just how quiet things have been since their return from Portland, but it never gets any easier to deal with; at least his recent change of residence has done something to liven things up.
Life with Foster is... well, unpredictable, though he's actually been keeping somewhat more quiet, himself, than Taako had previously expected. Honestly, the two of them have rarely had time to sit down and chat when there wasn't some kind of crisis going on, whether emotional or otherwise, leaving Taako entirely unsure of what, exactly, he was signing up for when he decided to move in with him... which is an act that even he isn't sure of his motivation for. However, he has become aware, since Zim's disappearance, of one thing about himself that he never plans to reveal to anyone: quiet makes him nervous. Not quiet as in a slow day, lazing around with no major plans or battles to fight, but true quiet, as in the entire absence of some kind of background noise or presence.
Is it kind of like loneliness? Taako, the aloof and self-serving, feeling lonely. That's a laugh.
Either way, at least, since he's changed residences, that sense of unease, whatever it may be, has disappeared, though it's left him with the entirely new unease of daily life with Foster. For as inwardly-focused as Foster is from day to day, the moments in which he speaks out loud are always... surreal. Primarily because Foster seems to be... fairly detached, and not in the same way that Taako is, although they do also seem to share a sense of emotional distance from most others. Honestly, Taako prefers his roommates this way; no digging into his business and his feelings, trying to get juicy tidbits about the life and times of Taako out of him. They just coexist and try to survive together.
But no, Foster also seems to be detached from things in a more literal way; like he sees a different world from the one Taako does. Admittedly, the shit he said before, about blood and needing to hurt and all that, was pretty offputting-- but the more Taako talks to him about it, the more he kind of begins to understand what he means, and the more it--
Well, "makes sense" isn't really the right choice of words, but at least Taako is pretty sure the guy isn't some walking sadomasochistic horror story. Or, well, okay, he is, but not one Taako has reason to be personally afraid of, anyway. The only person he really seems to have it out for is himself. As long as that violence stays inwardly-focused, Taako's chill with him, although he does hope he's not going to try and do something weird and spooky like store his own blood in their room again. That was weird, and not in a good way.
At least he's pretty sure Foster isn't about to go on a slasher movie-style massacre across the circus, though he also wouldn't be hugely shocked if he did.
Maybe he could have chosen a safer roommate. Oh well. Too late now.
At any rate, today is a slow day on which Taako is simply sprawled across his chosen bed-- the bed Foster's previous roommate used to inhabit. The mattress isn't stained with old blood, like Foster's own bed is, and he's not exactly about to uproot the guy from his own bed anyway, or start sharing it with him just because they maybe boned that one time.
Just the once.
Using Levitate, Taako is currently attempting to gingerly stack random items from around the room into a tower on the table. Carefully, he turns the Mockingbird gum he brought with him onto its end, trying to set it atop the book he placed underneath it.
It immediately falls off and topples to the floor.
"Fuck me."
When: Day 150
Where: Trailer 18
What: Taako and Foster hang out in their newly-shared trailer and talk. It turns predictably nsfw.
Warnings: nsfw conversation, and potentially nsfw acts? Who knows with these two. UPDATE: holy shit this thread got messy and gross. PROBABLY SKIP THIS IF YOU AREN'T RAILE OR ME.
Taako is bored. It's not an unusual sensation for him, given just how quiet things have been since their return from Portland, but it never gets any easier to deal with; at least his recent change of residence has done something to liven things up.
Life with Foster is... well, unpredictable, though he's actually been keeping somewhat more quiet, himself, than Taako had previously expected. Honestly, the two of them have rarely had time to sit down and chat when there wasn't some kind of crisis going on, whether emotional or otherwise, leaving Taako entirely unsure of what, exactly, he was signing up for when he decided to move in with him... which is an act that even he isn't sure of his motivation for. However, he has become aware, since Zim's disappearance, of one thing about himself that he never plans to reveal to anyone: quiet makes him nervous. Not quiet as in a slow day, lazing around with no major plans or battles to fight, but true quiet, as in the entire absence of some kind of background noise or presence.
Is it kind of like loneliness? Taako, the aloof and self-serving, feeling lonely. That's a laugh.
Either way, at least, since he's changed residences, that sense of unease, whatever it may be, has disappeared, though it's left him with the entirely new unease of daily life with Foster. For as inwardly-focused as Foster is from day to day, the moments in which he speaks out loud are always... surreal. Primarily because Foster seems to be... fairly detached, and not in the same way that Taako is, although they do also seem to share a sense of emotional distance from most others. Honestly, Taako prefers his roommates this way; no digging into his business and his feelings, trying to get juicy tidbits about the life and times of Taako out of him. They just coexist and try to survive together.
But no, Foster also seems to be detached from things in a more literal way; like he sees a different world from the one Taako does. Admittedly, the shit he said before, about blood and needing to hurt and all that, was pretty offputting-- but the more Taako talks to him about it, the more he kind of begins to understand what he means, and the more it--
Well, "makes sense" isn't really the right choice of words, but at least Taako is pretty sure the guy isn't some walking sadomasochistic horror story. Or, well, okay, he is, but not one Taako has reason to be personally afraid of, anyway. The only person he really seems to have it out for is himself. As long as that violence stays inwardly-focused, Taako's chill with him, although he does hope he's not going to try and do something weird and spooky like store his own blood in their room again. That was weird, and not in a good way.
At least he's pretty sure Foster isn't about to go on a slasher movie-style massacre across the circus, though he also wouldn't be hugely shocked if he did.
Maybe he could have chosen a safer roommate. Oh well. Too late now.
At any rate, today is a slow day on which Taako is simply sprawled across his chosen bed-- the bed Foster's previous roommate used to inhabit. The mattress isn't stained with old blood, like Foster's own bed is, and he's not exactly about to uproot the guy from his own bed anyway, or start sharing it with him just because they maybe boned that one time.
Just the once.
Using Levitate, Taako is currently attempting to gingerly stack random items from around the room into a tower on the table. Carefully, he turns the Mockingbird gum he brought with him onto its end, trying to set it atop the book he placed underneath it.
It immediately falls off and topples to the floor.
"Fuck me."