“No, worse,” he insists, and reaches past Lup to grab the wine off the sofa table. Pouring himself a large drink and returning the bottle to the table, he settles back into the comfortable pillows. His body is still wrapped in his ‘ let’s make a cute first impression ‘ date outfit – star-dotted leggings, a skirt of a flirty length, and a simple tank – and although he’s left the heels by the door, he’s way overdressed for a night in with wine and his sister. That’s because, originally, he’d planned on not coming home for at least another few hours, but Istus, his date with ‘ Magic Brian ‘ ( he did magic tricks as a hobby, which at first had seemed appropriately eccentric but turned out to be just plain weird ) did not go over well, so it’s honestly for the best that he’s here, letting his brain float around in some wine.
“See, when I say ‘ catastrophic ‘, I don’t just mean ‘ bad ‘ – except for when I do, but this isn’t one of those times, YEESH, lemme put ya out of your misery and just tell you: this dude, all he could talk about was his ex – and I don’t mean ex-boyfriend, I mean ex-fiancé – apparently he was called Bryan, too, but, like, with a Y (?), so it just sounded like he was constantly talking about himself in third person the whole time – and before you @ me, Taako’s the only one who does it with style.” He pauses to gulp some wine down. “So, not only is he really fucking hung up on his ex or whatever, he’s also very hot-then-cold. Like, I’m just tryin’ to do conversation and then he’s all ‘ oh, your voice is like a song ‘ but then when I try to make a move, it’s all ‘ that’s a little forward ‘, it’s like...choose a way to go, right? Especially if all we’re gonna end up with here is, like, a night of fun, and you better believe that’s good in Taako’s book, but at least send some clear signals either way.” He chugs another few mouthfuls. “Did I do something to piss the universe off??”
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