They'd flirt RUTHELESSLY with one another, giving each other small kisses during sessions, wishing each other luck and hoping the other survives.
They're just Tango and his gorgeous spouse.
Rarest pair yet I think! So rare that I found literally nothing which makes it harder to rate. I also usually don't ship Cleo with men(Just a personal preference) I give the duo an overall 7/10(I know nothing about either of them sadly) and their ship a 5/10. I think if there were more easily available clips and fanworks it would have a higher rating, but there is very little and I can't be bothered to rewatch seasons.
queerplatonic tango x cleo where they are both pinning for eachother but none say anything about it because they both know its not exactly romantic love but there is *something*, they just don’t know what to call it.
it is however painfully obvious for the rest of the hermits, but seeing them go on rambles with their “what are we” for hours is just way too entertaining! they will know sooner or later, they love eachother anyway
In some ways, the hermits think they're already there. They might not have a name for it yet, but it doesn't change the simple fact of them.
And really, they're both getting a bit old for all this existentialism. They're not getting any younger (Cleo technically isn't getting older either, but hey.)
They're whatever they are. They love each other in their own way. Who cares.
Both of them being all edgy and gently bullying each other as a love language, but being super soft with each other.
Both of them kinda fitting darker aesthetics but Tango being All Camp so Cleo has to be all “Yes, honey. Your evil laugh will strike fear into the hearts of everyone. Now can you *please* come to bed.”
could i request some tangleo please and thank you and happy prideeee
Cleo has one reoccurring event on her calendar. It's simple, to the point.
'Go bother Tango.'
The goal is not actually to bother Tango, of course. It's to make sure he's not hyperfocused on something and not taking care of himself. And when he is, that's when she bothers him.
Once the bothering is successful, she can move onto the cuddling and pampering. But the bothering comes first!
another lil writing for @mcyt-aro-week! :]
day 5: spectrum / baking
I continue the trend of pronoun fun (he/it tango, she/they/rot cleo) and aro headcanoned duos with tangleooo <3
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"Tango, is that you or is something burning?"
The phoenix pokes its head out from where he'd been rifling through the pantry, flaming wings all neatly tucked away and distinctly not burning. "Um... not I?"
"Oh, shit-" Cleo runs to the oven and pokes inside with one of those oversized silicon spoons, nudging the cake away from the side of the oven. "It slipped!"
"What!" Tango squawks, running over and sticking his hands on his hips as it looks in itself.
The cake does, in fact, seem to have slipped, with one edge blackened by too-closeness to the oven wall.
"Oops."
"It's fine, it's fiiine," Cleo says with a wave of rots hand. "That can be the black side!"
Tango's laugh is cackling and shrieking, but only makes Cleo giggle harder as Tango seems all too tickled by the idea.
"Genius!" The phoenix reaches into the oven to take the cake out, burnt and just about done baking as it is. No mitt or pad required, for charcoaled phoenix-fingers.
Cleo smiles and does make sure to get a pad down for Tango to set the hot cake pan on, since the counter is not as fire-proof as the phoenix. "I've done it with armor stands before."
"Whuh- how? And why?"
"Don't worry about it!" Cleo says with an exaggerated wink.
And that's kinda how they go about the rest of the cake-making, stumbling their way through cleaning up the mess they'd spattered across the kitchen from preparation while they wait for the cake to cool enough to ice. Cleo's the artistic director here, and so mixes the icing colors while Tango supplies the many bowls, spoons, and piping bags they'll need. A lovely, earthy shade of green, and then both white and black with a gray made from both.
"Now, just- careful, careful...!"
Tango manages to straighten out, having been entrusted with completing the last stripe of the cake (the one covering the burn, conveniently) with a satisfactory flourish. "There!"
Cleo nods with pride. "There. Nice work!"
"You did three out of four. And the sides. And the flowers around that edge, and pretty much all of it."
The zombie laughs as she manages to scoop the cake up in one hand without dropping it, pulling Tango into a quick side hug in celebration of their work. "It was a team effort. And it'll be more of a team effort to eat."
Tango would roll his eyes if they weren't solid red, but instead he just quickly gives Cleo's arm a little squeeze. "We do all the work, those chumps come in and pick off our masterpiece like vultures..."
Cleo lets go and steps through the door from the kitchen to the dining room. "Not before they shower us with compliments. And we can charge the allos!"
