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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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?
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[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?
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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.
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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"""]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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[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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Oh my god, how are you a detective without details, this is beautiful. Now you deffo owe me.
[And there he goes, into cabinets, finding basically every bit of food in the house to cobble into some kind of quick meal. Sucks he won't have prestidigitation to fix any flavorings or spices he lacks, but fuck it, that just makes it more of a challenge.]
Go on, step back, I'll just tell you what to do.
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I'm not on the job right now, cut me some slack.
[That was the lamest excuse he's ever said before--actually, that's a lie. But it's definitely up there. Juno raises his hands and steps away from the counter, rolling his eyes. Trash Bag glances between Juno and Taako, then goes and wanders somewhere else. She has better things to do than stare at two monsters all day who won't give her attention right now.]
Alright, alright. Just a heads up, if you ask me to do anything more than cutting vegetables or boiling water, you're gonna be responsible for the death of your own taste buds.
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Can you cut stuff or are you gonna take off a finger too? Because if I can't order you around this is gonna be waaaaay less fun and you're already down an eye, my man. Not gonna be responsible for taking those hands like this.
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I'm not that bad at cooking. Worst thing that ever happened when I was cooking was when I once tried to pick up a pan while it was still hot and then dropped it on the ground.
[Hopefully, he won't end up jinxing himself over that. He strolls over to the kitchen cabinet and pulls out a shabby-looking apron.]
Let's get started, then.