Lup (
hellawrath) wrote2017-09-07 07:53 pm
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Need something set on fire? Leave a message with Taako at Fantasy Walmart in the temple ruins and Lup might hit you up!
But you better bribe Taako or it'll go something like this
[3:02:15 PM] Jazzy:
"some dude wanted to talk to you"
[3:02:29 PM] Laura:
"was he hot"
[3:02:37 PM] Jazzy:
"nah"
[3:02:51 PM] Laura:
"nevermind then"
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"Pretty sure it was one of the lil tykes," she points out. So that's a no, on the yelling. At least it was when she grabbed Taako for whatever lame ass island job that they inevitably blew off in favor of some quality twin time.
She sighs and unhooks her arm from his to wander over, check if anything obvious has been stolen yet. Nothing seems to be missing, in fact there's a pile of some kinda scarf like, extra? She lifts up a corner. It peeps at her.
"Hey uhm, quick q? Since when are we running a Petco?"
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He looks around, like maybe the storeminder is gonna amble back over from somewhere, explain why this bird, but that notably does not happen.
"Do we...accept birds? As like. Currency?" His words gain steam as he carries on, going through at least a couple of the five stages of something. "Is this a goof, are we being dunked on? ...Is this like. Who the fuck is this bird??"
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The bird of contention is getting visibly displeased with the two figures looming over it, joining their agitated chorus with its own offended peeping. She gets it; Taako's increasing lack of chill is kinda infectious.
"It's your store, Taako!" Which it only is when something's wrong with it. "You should fuckin know if you told anybody we're taking credit birds now!"
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The bird does seem to be part of the general consensus that this is make confused noise time. Taako cautiously reaches out and puts one finger on the bird's head, like he's hoping that's its snooze button. He frowns but isn't surprised when that turns out not to be the case.
"Maybe it wants to buy something, you never even thought about that, did you. Coulda been here for hours, deffo gonna get a complaint over this one." He elbows Lup breezily, in case she's maybe missing the humor in this. "Hey bird you wanna see the manager? Us too!"
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Or it's a customer, fuck. It's defs bitching enough to be one, probably calling them lazy immigrants in some bird dialect. Goddammit now she's giggling, stop it, this is serious! The question remains, who is responsible for this bird?
And then a terrible and profound thought hits her and she grabs Taako's arm with super dramatic urgency. "What if, hear me out here-- What if this is the manager?"
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"I mean I guess I didn't say not to turn into a bird. Wasn't in the ol' employee handbook." He'll be serious when he's dead. Which, all things considered, will probably be never. Still, humor aside, this is starting to engage his sense of mystery. "Why, though?"
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"Hey you're the one who keeps threatening to turn urchins into frogs. Maybe they like, they decided to beat you to it!" And in a particularly dumb voice reserved for babies and, indeed, small animals, she coos, "This is all a biiig fuck you to ol' Uncle Taako, isn't it, you clever little furry."
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"It's not furry when it's birds, Lup!" Is the worst argument he's ever reflexively made, thanks, and he regrets it immediately. "Everyone knows that."
"...So this bird isn't really like. A person, right?" He carries on in much more hushed tones, now eyeing the bird from a more respectful distance. "It seems kinda mad."
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Anyway, "I mean you were pretty p.o.'d when you were a bird, dude." Man, the possibility that this bird is a person continues to look more likely than it really should. "Can't you just like, talk to it? Turn into a bird and ask it where its parents are, Taako, it's the responsible thing to do." And they're all about that shit here at child labor central.
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He goes to scoop up the bird and then stops, hands hovering with more concern than he'd care to admit. Who the fuck is this bird. "We can't just leave it here, right? Nah, we can't."