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It Just Keeps Happening

Welcome To The Void Meme

Stop what you're doing!

No, really. Stop what you're doing. Put the pause on that tire fire you call your life. No, don't un-pause it. Leave the pause on.

Where you are now is not where you were before. The details are...vague. The details are always, often, rather vague. A place that's similar, or not. Fantasy Costco down the hall, the Voidfish in the basement. The calm waves of a never ending void somewhere off a while, and inches to the left. And everywhere else. And tapping on your shoulder. It's fine, just don't talk to it.

You're here now. You're here now. You're here now.

A lot of you are here now. A lot of.... you, are here now.

Might as well have fun with that.

[ooc: a general mingle to start us off! Doubles welcome and encourage. Only TAZ characters (canon-only) to start! Post your character's name and relevant aus/craus in the headers!)

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[This isn't Kravitz' first trip to the moon, and considering how often he zips around anyway, the effect of simply ending up there isn't horribly disorienting. He's got nothing better to do until he's called, so... he's here now! Sure.

So check it, there's a tall, dark, and handsome man in a big black cloak wandering about, keeping his eyes open for people he knows and absentmindedly fiddling with just about anything that isn't tied to the ground. He's not really taking anything, just. Passing the time.

Don't startle him too much unless you want a face full of skeleton. Unless, like, that's your thing.]

[Oh, you know that's Taako's thing. Taako catches Kravitz at the Fantasy Gachapon, one that's largely devoid of Leons, somehow -- doesn't that guy like, live in here? -- while Kravitz is kind of fiddling with the gachapon machine. Taako comes up while the other man's back is turned and casually pokes him in between the shoulder blades with his Umbra Staff.]

Howdy, stranger.

[If he startles him, that certainly wasn't his intention, oh no, you'll never catch Taako doing that on purpose.]

[Yes we've established Taako has found the single politically correct way to fuck a skeleton. The entire Undertale fandom couldn't figure it out, but you got it, buddy, you've won the prize.

Regardless, Kravitz rolled a terrible perception roll so he's rather preoccupied until he feels the Umbra Staff somewhere in his spine, causing him to stiffen for just a second before leisurely looking over his shoulder.]

Oh, hello. I hope I didn't disturb your office, man I absolutely don't recognize.

[He turns, a sly sort of smile gracing his features.]

Is there something I can help you with?

Oh, you think this looks like my office? This dump? Please. You clearly don't know me, but you've seen me, right? Just now? With your eyes?

[He spins said Umbra Staff once and then leans on it smoothly, smirking at Kravitz in a way that betrays his familiarity.]

But yeah, sure, you know, there is something I hope you can help me with. I've misplaced my boyfriend, you see. The Bureau being as crowded as it is these days, I just turned around and, you know, there he wasn't. Can't miss him, he's got... [He counts off on his fingers.] no skin, glowing red eyes, this really spooky scythe... Oh, and Schrodinger's accent. The accent that reality forgot.

Oh, of course, my distinct apologies. Someone as fancy and magic as yourself would never live in a space crammed with magical artifacts or anything.

[He holds up his hands fake-defensively, grin still all too present on his face and betraying any lies he may still be bold-facedly telling.]

Well, I'd say it'd be awfully hard to lose someone without skin. Sounds like they'd be fairly easy to spot in a crowd, at least. Though I'm sure he'd be flattered to hear you looking so tirelessly for him.

[He feels like he could break this right now, but it's a little more fun to let Taako keep going.]

Yeah, okay, the Gachapon is all showy chintz and no class, my guy, but yeah, I can cast magic, so this has to be one of my main haunts. Surprised you noticed. Was it the hat?

[Taako closes some distance between them and props up his elbow on Kravitz's shoulder in a clearly overfamiliar way for a stranger to be acting. The brim of his wide hat rests on Kravitz's head as Taako leans in real close, as if he's inspecting Kravitz's face very carefully, investigating every feature and eyeing every mark.]

You know... Funny, I think, if he had skin, he might look a little like you. Hm...

[He runs his finger down Kravitz's nose.]

Nose is not as distinguished, though. Or is it? I don't know, shit's all cartilage and the man's all bone, so who can say?

Absolutely the hat.

[He lets Taako into his space willingly, leaning just a bit forward, grin still ever-present.]

Well, now, that almost seems like you're flirting with me. You think your boyfriend would be so accepting of your eyes drifting to another man? You might break his skeletal, and therefore nonexistent, heart.

[It's distracting, now that Taako is so close, to feel how alive his body is against his; the wisps of air from his breath, the warmth of his fingers, the subtle heat off his forehead, when Kravitz stands like a statue, possessing none of those traits. It's always fascinating to have him this close. But that's hardly important at the moment, despite it being the thing he finds himself paying attention to.]

Unless I've just got that impressive of a nose.

I'm sure he'd be fine with it. He can be very understanding. You'd be surprised. Besides... he's not here to see, is he?

[Taako leans in even closer, face barely an inch from Kravitz's, lips hovering mere centimeters apart. He pulls his hat off slowly, getting it out of the way, distance nearly closed, free fingers playing with Kravitz's long hair... He halts the moment before, stretching it as wide as possible, and though Kravitz's body holds no heat, Taako is sure he can feel the chill in his projected veins radiating off him in waves, in a way that's unsettlingly enticing...

And then he smushes his hat straight into Kravitz's face, and Kravitz can't see but he probably knows Taako breaks into a wide, shit-eating grin.]

On second thought, I think I am more into dudes without skin. Way less complicated, and what can I say? I like a man whose ribcage I can reach into. Just really get deep in there. Just, just really dig into the thing. I have a thing for guys who keep up the neighbors with xylophone noises. Sorry, my man, but you just don't measure up.

[Goddamnit. The fact Taako ends up taking him for a ride like this nearly every time they meet isn't lost on him, but that's what he gets for letting Taako do just about anything, as far as he's concerned. Not that he doesn't love it. Not that he'll ever let that slip, either.

Regardless, Kravitz emits the most undignified snort of laughter directly into Taako's hat, and just to complete the stupidity train, the hat gets pulled away to revea; the piercing red eyes and Kravitz' actual skeletal face.]

Well, forgive me for disappointing in any way. Then again, of all people, I know how hard it is to please you.

[He pushes the hat back into Taako's chest and slightly down, taking the opportunity to breech the gap between them and gain a little height.]

And here I thought you wanted me handsome.

[Yeah, Taako just doesn't get outdone.

He streeeetches and leans back, away from Kravitz, hovering near him for a few more seconds before he breaks away, wandering over to Leon's tome of magical artifacts, left open on the desk. He thumbs through a few pages idly, looking bored through the hint of a grin.]

There's my boy. Wondered when you'd show up and really start the party. Think I'm too tired to dance now, though. Spent all my time hooking up with this real tall, dark, and handsome fella.

[He scowls, which isn't as easily conveyed when there's no fleshy bits surrounding a skull, but he manages it with a shift of the jaw and more malleable, albiet skeletal, eyes. Kravitz knows a thing or two about getting outdone, and about how much he also detests it, despite choosing to spend time with Taako and knowing It Just Keeps Happening. Instead, he circles around, nearly predatory in a swoop, bending over to catch the corner of Taako's eye as he rises again, hands pressed down on top of Leon's book to stop the other man's movement as his face shifts back into a sly grin.]

Really? Wore yourself out with someone else? Taako, giving up on me so soon?

[Taako can't help the cheeky grin that breaks through his show of looking bored, betraying the fact that it is just a show after all. He looks back up at Kravitz with a glint in his eye, nudging his fingers towards Kravitz's, just barely meeting them.]

Maybe I'm waiting for you to really cinch it. Really get the clutch in there. You've got the look down, yeah, but where's the hook? Where's that sweet hook?

[All said with a knowing smile on his face and a creeping finger to hook into one of Kravitz's belt loops. Taako knows exactly what he's doing.]

[Aah, there he is. That motherfucker. What a tool. The love of his life. God damn.

Regardless, he reaches a skeletal hand to cup Taako's cheek, not bothering with putting the glamour of his skin back on as it drags over his face, rough against Taako's skin.]

Then you'll just have to be more specific, now won't you? Or am I expected to be a mind reader in addition to a reaper?

[Their faces are close again, impossibly so, but there's only Kravitz' piercing red eyes through the skull to be seen now.]

Maybe you're lucky I have good intuition.

kravitz | ota

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is it still gay chicken when theyre both gay and dating

gay skeleton chicken

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stuffs another merle envelope into mailbox

ACCEPTS IT EAGARLY

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