(kinktober 1. Lost Carnival canon, but off screen.)

[tacosgay]

Taako didn't do this for Foster. Frankly, he was just bored and curious as to what all sorts of things were laying around the costuming rooms here. The answer proved to be far more entertaining than he anticipated.

He's spread out across his bed, waiting for Foster's return entirely to see what his reaction is going to be. No matter what, it's going to be amusing; he'd claimed a few sets of lingerie in varying sizes, including a white, lacy set decorated with little ribbons that currently graces his form, the pale material a stark contrast on his dark skin.

Foster is late, but at least Taako doesn't sleep; he's presently entertaining himself by reading back over his Uncle John's Elven Bathroom Reader.

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[criticallyfucked]

Foster's gaze darts to the fabric Taako is pointing to, then back to Taako.

He's having a lot harder time thinking than usual--or at least, it's a lot more externally obvious how hard it is to put his thoughts together than it usually is, which is probably an entirely different beast.

Eventually, when he articulates anything, he sounds... somewhere between tired and wary.

"Is this a put-on?"

[tacosgay]

"If by that you mean I'd like you to put on lingerie with me, then yes."

Taako wiggles his eyebrows playfully, then settles into an amused smirk.