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Shut up. Don't say the vore word again.

[He glares at Taako, putting his hands out to pick up Trash Bag. The cat looks towards Taako, butts her head against his hand, and then climbs into Juno's arms, purring loudly.]

Listen, I didn't think I was gonna keep her, and by the time I realized she wasn't gonna leave, she wouldn't answer to any other name. Alright?

[The frustration in his voice is offset by the fact he now has a very fuzzy animal in his arm, cuddling lovingly against his chest and squinting her eyes shut.]

[He looks like he's about to say the phrase 'the vore word' but declines to coo a little as Trash Bag gives him one last little nuzzle.]

No, no, I don't care, I have a chicken named Egg Farter dude. It's just funny because it's so you.

[Like. The man's a raccoon with a cat in his house named Trash Bag. The jokes are literally writing themselves right in front of him.]

Do you call your house The Can? Like the Garbage Can? Because y'know, raccoon, bag? We should get you a plaque.

[And yet, here he is spelling them out anyway, just to ensure Juno doesn't miss a second of his carefully curated bullshit.]

Th...Thanks, I think-- [A pause as Taako gets busy trying to make garbage jokes. Juno narrows his eyes, whiskers twitching in annoyance.] No, wait. I take that back. I don't need any more trash jokes made about me.

[Maybe it's partially because Juno is so easy to read, but Taako knows how to push Juno's buttons without driving him over the edge. Anything out of Taako's mouth can easily make Juno equally parts annoyed and flustered as well as just very, very resigned to his fate.]

If you're sticking around for Trash Bag, you may as well get comfortable. I have to give her antibiotics and stuff for her leg. She'll probably feel better if there's someone else around to distract her from it.

[Not to mention he, begrudgingly, enjoys Taako's company. Back at home, he at least had the company of Rita all day at the office, but here...he hasn't even hired a secretary yet. Feels weird, like he's replacing her.

He gestures for Taako to follow him to the living room as he carefully cradles Trash Bag in his arms.]

You know, you could've just visited me at my office. You don't have to break into that building.

[See, this is PRECISELY why he enjoys Juno's company. The ideal person goes with his bullshit, but only so far before they get flustered and complain. It's his favorite mood to send someone into a loop, and Juno performs it perfectly. He has no interest in actually hurting the man- breaking something you like only serves to make it broken. Why would he want to lose that? Sounds like a chump, and he knows some things about resource management. He's never had enough, and without the necessary resources, he's learned not to discard anything useful.

Juno just fits that slot well, and is cute to boot. It's one of the better situations he has going on here, frankly. He'll keep that as long as he can.

Taako follows behind, carefully making a path for himself through items and furniture.]

I mean, I could, but it's way more fun to get in here. There's always a chance you have a client or something, and what do I look like, a guy here to do work? Pssh.

[Just arriving to someone's address wasn't entertainment. But picking a window lock and mildly rearranging his apartment? That sounds like a great way to bust an hour ]

Does she need to take a shot or just a pill? Doubt cats are good at understanding what you're shoving in 'em any which way.

[Juno lets out a quiet scoff.]

No, you don't. You actually look, like, the exact opposite of someone who wants to do work at all.

[So...a beatnik? Except Taako doesn't really capture the energies of a beatnik. He's a category of his own. Trash Bag scrambles out of Juno's arms and onto his shoulders, purring loudly and turning so her good eye faces Taako. She lets out another loud, squeaky meow.]

Yeah, I'm getting the food, hang on. [Said towards Trash Bag, of course. She licks her nose and balances her paws against his fur, her tail twitching back and forth in anticipation.] It's a pill, so I've gotta mix it into her food or something. I tried just feeding it to her directly, but she's really picky about everything she eats.

[When they reach the kitchen, Trash Bag tentatively climbs off onto the counter and bounds back over to Taako. Hello! You're her new friend! Juno starts digging through the cabinets.]

Hand me a can opener, will you?

[Man, Juno's really starting to get his number here. Taako coos a bit when Trash Bag yells again, reaching out to give her some light scratches around her neck. He's having to be super careful with his hands, but damn he is not gonna kill this cat, he has standards. He listens with a little hum until the cat arrives back to him, and he quickly picks her up and slings her around his neck like a scarf.]

I mean, you spend a buncha time living on the streets, you're gonna be damn picky if it ain't safe.

[Not speaking from personal experience or anything, y'know. He peers around when Juno makes the request, pulling open a couple drawers before he finds one. Instead of moving, Juno will see effortlessly that he seems to hand off the can opener to nothing, and then-- a spectral hand is there instead, see-through but clearly defined. It takes the device and passes it down to Juno before disappearing. Taako doesn't seem fazed at all.]

Have you thought about putting it in a treat or something? Like a people food she likes? Maybe she'll pay less attention that way, or shove the whole thing in there faster.

...Huh. Maybe. I found out she goes absolutely batshit for bread for some reason. Maybe I could, like, tear off a piece and just wrap it in there. I'll do it before she eats--

[Juno takes the can opener in hand before turning to talk to Taako and just...stops. Staring at the Mage Hand and trying to comprehend what the hell is going on right now. Whatever he planned on saying is just, uh, gone from his brain right now in favor of:]

Uh--were you, um, always able to do that, or...like, what, is that a snake thing?

[He gets the feeling that it is not, in fact, a snake thing. Trash Bag looks absolutely enthralled by whatever that was.]

[He was absolutely looking slyly towards Juno waiting for his reaction to all of that. See, this is the rise he loves- the moment of mystery and awe when someone can't help but wonder how he just did that, the absolute ridiculous or unnecessary aspect of whatever he just did notwithstanding. Just that pause where he can take away attention from anyone else and refocus the spotlight-- it's perfect.]

Hm? What thing?

[The grin on his face should prove well enough that he knows exactly what fucking thing.]

I got you the can opener, or is that like, not a can opener on your planet or whatever.

That think--Your ghost hand...thing. Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about.

[He sounds vaguely frustrated as he gestures towards Taako with the can opener. He knows Taako is acting coy to try and get a reaction out of him, and he hates that he's acting exactly as Taako knows he would. He starts angrily opening the can of cat food, staring directly at the naga.

Trash Bag, in the meantime, tries to paw at the air where the hand used to be and lets out a squeaky mew. Where'd it go?]

Hmmm?

[Of course he is, because Juno always does it. It takes so little prompting to get the man to latch onto something not being right, and it's so fantastic to watch him go. Not enough people in this city go along with Taako's bullshit, so now Juno has to fill the brunt of it.

So he just shrugs, the grin staying right in place.]

Well I dunno, my man, I don't see a ghost hand anywhere.

[He says, summoning it directly behind Juno's head. Taako stops the shrug, but keeps his right hand up, because he needs it to control this.]

How would I have one of those anyway?

[And now it's going to give him a noogie, which Juno will see Taako mirroring with his own hand and somehow feel it all at once. At least it can only apply 10 pounds of force, so it could be a worse noogie, but it is enough to make him burst out laughing.]

Wh--

[Aaaand there it is. He lets out a startled noise, instinctively flinching and trying to duck under its reach.]

Stop it. [He waves his arms, trying to move towards the other side of the room. Trash Bag looks enthralled. She lets out another mew, which prompts Juno scowl and say--]

Yeah, and what do you have to say about it, huh?!

[Meeeeeeew!]

That's what I thought.

[Oh, my God. He's having full-ass conversations with her. He finishes trying to open the can, then takes something out of his pocket and buries it in the meat. Trash Bag hops over to Juno, sniffing the air and trying to paw at the can.]

[He just laughs, loud and filling the room, watching Juno sure as hell scramble for his composure against a cantrip and a cat. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.]

Holy shit, you're so cute. Yeah, bought it back from Mana. Only one of my ol' bag of tricks, but better than nothing. Basically just lets you have an extra hand, if you're practiced with it.

[He uses it to hold stuff in the kitchen all time, or stir a pot while he reads a recipe. It's just useful. He summons another, but this time it's right above Trash Bag, and Juno may be able to see he's twisting his wrist in the same motion of the fingers as they start to get her attention.]

Here, I'll keep her busy. She really likes this thing. Guess I can add cat toy to its list of use cases.

[Huh. Juno raises an eyebrow, an incredulous expression on his face as he starts scooping the food into Trash Bag's dish. A crude joke jumps to the forefront of his brain, but he sweeps it away before it can make it out of his mouth.]

Huh. Seems pretty useful, no matter what situation you're in. Is that the only thing you can do with this?

[Of course, there's still the fact that Taako still might interpret that however he likes. Trash Bag's eyes go huge. She sits obediently on her back haunches, trying to reach up and spreading her toes to snag at the floating hand.]

Oh, c'mon, all that work and you're not even hungry?

[Trash Bag doesn't respond. Juno shrugs, hanging up his coat on the back of a chair, making his way over to Taako. He gives his cat a look.]

I've never owned a cat before. Or, like...any pet. Closest thing is probably feeding sewer rabbits. This has been one hell of a learning experience.

[Taako grins, putting a hand to his forehead in a fake swoon. The hand goes with it, though there's no illusory Taako face there, so it just looks like it's kinda waving.]

Why mistah Juno, that sounds like a proposition if I've ever heard one.

[Is he using an absolutely terrible fantasy scarlett o hara impression there?? Yes. Of fucking course. How else was he gonna escalate this. He will move the hand to start leading her towards her food bowl though, mostly so he doesn't have to be 100% focused on this cat.]

Gods, you just say shit like sewer rabbits and it's fucking stunning. It makes no fucking sense and I love it. Like rats have protection against cold and water, do rabbits do that there?? Holy shit.

[And just as soon as the goof starts, he abruptly ends it, shifting back to something at least parallel to the topic at hand.]

Good job learnin' how to be a cat dad though. Have you like, never taken care of anything, is that what's up here? Open your blackened scorned heart to love again in the form of this fuzzy little bastard?

[He gives Taako a light shove, then crosses his arms.]

Oh, shut up.

[It's not said in a derisive, at least. Trash Bag follows eagerly after the hand, then stops when she realizes that the food has been laid down. She starts munching away, all the while still meowing. She's a real chatterbox of a cat.]

They're not, like, real Earth rabbits. They're huge--the fully-grown ones are probably eight feet tall or something, and can probably pummel you to pieces. Not a lotta people on Mars actually know that they exist, like they're cryptids or something.

[He used to run off into the sewers whenever things got bad. It was a place to escape. The best way to make a kid feel like they have a smidge of control in their life is to have a wild animal eat out of the palm of their hand.]

Eugh. No. We never had any space or money for any kind of pet. Ma would've probably freaked about it, anyways.

[He snickers again at the further description, finally pulling his eyes away from Trash Bag full force yelling into her food.]

Sewer cryptid giant rabbits. That's just. God. I don't even think doing a chef kiss would convey this properly, so like, just think of one right there.

[He's prepped to keep going, but Juno puts himself a little more front and center, and it gives him pause. Space or money, huh? Things he can understand, for sure.

It's not really a step. Not really a reveal. Just a nudge into something he thinks Juno would get.]

Yeah, who needs another mouth to feed when it's bad enough keeping yourself upright, huh? Anything wanted to live with me n' Lup it needed to pay rent or bring it's own meals.

[Juno lets out a soft scoff-laugh, still watching Trash Bag eat. He's more comfortable talking about his past now as opposed to the last thirty years, where he was downright volatile if anyone so much as even brought up or mentioned Ben or his mom to him.

It's just...he doesn't really find it important to talk about until it's relevant.]

That's what my ma used to say to me. She had enough on her plate to worry about, and it would've probably made her mad. You didn't wanna be in the house when she was having another one of her fits.

[The kitten lifts her head from the food bowl and lets out another squeaky mew, apparently full. Juno turns to scratch her behind the ears.]

Done already? Jesus, you've gotta slow down. One day you're going to choke on your food, and then I'm gonna have to take you to the vet.

[Trash Bag doesn't seem to care. She judges the distance from the counter to the table, wiggling her butt before launching herself onto the it. She paws at the surface before turning to stare at Taako, blinking slowly.]

[He's a little more comfortable with that sort of thing, too. Their time before the IPRE is often left out of it, because all of that shit is largely unimportant anyway- a blur of people trying to abuse or steal from them that they managed to escape. Who cares, huh? But now there are people who might actually appreciate their exploits on the Starblaster, it feels almost weird not to talk about them. These people may not have been there, but the crew discussed it so freely it's almost difficult to remember they're once again strangers in a foreign land.]

Y'know, maybe you get her one of those, uh... they've got like sticks in the bowl, it makes the pet take longer to eat. Work for it a little.

[He pauses for a moment, debates if he should ask, and decides to see what Juno's willing to give.]

So you grew up with a mom?

Might be worth looking into. [Juno twists his mouth to the side, still looking at his cat.] You're stealing all my funds, you know. All the cash gets funneled directly into your stupid tiny mouth.

[Trash Bag ignores him, preferring instead to simply loaf on the counter. Juno lets out a soft snort, shaking his head. It's easier to address Taako's questions about his family when he's staring at his cat, instead.]

Yeah. Just one parent.

[And Ben. But he's not going to get into that right now. He rubs the back of his neck. He exhales sharply. God, what can be said about Sarah Steel that won't leave him utterly vulnerable and air out all his dirty laundry?]

Let's--Let's just say she was a piece of work. Left home at eighteen to join the HCPD and never looked back, and here I am now.

[Yeah. That's probably good enough. Juno shifts slightly, crossing his arms and still not looking at Taako.]

You?

[Oh, that he understands. Look somewhere else, trick your brain into thinking you're somewhere safe. Wouldn't be the first time. He also certainly won't disparage people cursing shitty parents, considering his own situation.

Which of course, Juno turns back on him. He snorts, giving a little wave of his hand.]

Eeh, they sucked. Lup n' I ran away when we were kids, left 'em a hundred worlds away.

[And speaking of "that's probably good enough", this. It's not all a lie, but it's not all the truth either.]

Probably dead by now, soooo... good.

[Juno lets out a quiet snort, still not looking towards Taako.]

Good thing you guys got out together, then, huh?

[Something he can't say for Ben and himself. Something he desperately tried to accomplished, but Ben stubbornly stayed behind, because of course he would. Juno feels an odd sort of jealousy gnawing at his core, which immediately causes him to feel repulsed. He pushes it away for now, like trying to keep ice from floating to the surface of the water.

Trash Bag, meanwhile, has different plans. She wiggles her little butt and leaps down onto the ground, approaching Taako with her tail high and placing a single paw against his scales. A loud meow. She wants Up, and she wants it Now.]

Don't be so whinny. He's a guest.

[Juno turns his attention back towards Taako, finally.]

So, like, are you staying, or...? I still gotta make dinner and stuff.

["make" """dinner"""]

Edited (im so sorry i am so tired) 2019-09-02 20:26 (UTC)

[It's an interesting detail, the way he says together, what he focuses on. Taako doesn't have the context for any of it now, but it's another piece to put into place, a trail of things he'll understand later. For now, he just chuckles at the little kitten attention, and curls around on her to scoop her up in his arms and hold her against his cheek.]

That depends. You gonna kick me out? Say no to this face?

[Does he mean his face or Trash Bag's? That's up to Juno to decide. He's taken your cat hostage and now he's holding it ransom for dinner. Let him critique your meal choices and slap together something delicious from the 4 spices in your house and his own laughter. It'll be great.]

[He grumbles slightly, rolling his eyes and turning to open up the cabinets. Trash Bag licks Taako's cheek.]

We'll see how you feel about staying after you experience my awful cooking.

[He's not...that terrible. Years of living--well, surviving on your own for a majority of your life leads one to develop some useful skills, like cooking an edible meal and sewing holes in your pants and learning to take out the trash like a responsible person. Stuff like that.

And surviving doesn't mean serving five-course meals for yourself--it means you learn how to make pre-made space-Velveeta macaroni five different ways.

Juno pulls out a box of (regular) mac and cheese and puts it on the counter.]

You know, the worst part of this world is the fact that there isn't any of the stuff I'm used to eating. [There's a joke about cannibalism in there somewhere.] I mean, I've gotten used to it, but it's still a weird adjustment.

[Okay, surviving may not be 5 course meals, but living? Living absolutely is. Get with the program, Juno. Taako laughs as he nuzzles Trash Bag one more time, and just plops her back on the ground with one more pat to the head.]

Man, you really served up the people eating joke on a silver platter there huh.

[He winks, as if somehow that wasn't explicitly obvious, and slithers over to pick up the boxed noodles.]

Also, don't get me wrong, super feel the value of garbage food. Buuuuut you can just say you want me to cook instead of bringing this out and lamenting it's taste. I've taken favors on less.

[Which is a roundabout way of saying Juno would owe him for this. You know. This thing where he broke into his house and is now critiquing every aspect of it while Juno racks up a tab he in no way requested.]

Shut up.

[Grumble grumble. He shoots Taako a look, raising an eyebrow.]

You can cook?

[It's not derisive, just surprised. Taako might have previously mentioned his cooking skills--maybe even his TV show--but Juno likely (probably) dismissed the details at the time. ~~and also i have horrible memory~~]

Are you offering out of the kindness of your heart, or do you just want to get a favor out of me?

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