@lichpaladin
Taako’s pretty sure he hasn’t stopped drinking since shit hit the fan. If he’s going to have trouble with his memory, he’s gonna bring it on himself; as it’s daylight now, he stumbles into the kitchen and makes himself a mimosa.
The floor of his room is littered with bottles by this point.
He’s yet to see anything of Lup or Barry; he recalls Lucretia’s plea to take care of them with an acidic tang in his mouth. Good brothers help you through frightening memory lapses; great brothers get tanked, apparently. He’s already hideously clumsy with the hobbled leg, carting around a makeshift cane as he makes his way back to the room.
(There’s a blanket fort set up; childish or no, it helps him feel better.)
He crawls in, feelin’ loosey goosey.
TO: Bazhur FROM: Taako from TV
[txt] -> hey hoy stuff [txt] -> howzit hangin [txt] -> were u rather it hangin [txt] -> somwhe r else. like w me mayhpas [txt] -> im having a party. theres a fort and evrything do youwant. to come??? [txt] -> please respond. ddsexy [txt] -> love taako [txt] -> ps if u have any good boze you should bring [txt] -> i makee drikd very profsional.
This is the perfect plan.
No one’s ever flipping shit at a party. He’s a genius.
