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[criticallyfucked]

[When Taako comes home from whatever snowbound adventures he's engaged in, Foster is still in his bed, curled against the wall with the blanket over his shoulders and the heavy fae tome open to one of the early chapters.

But under Taako's pillow is a poorly-folded t-shirt and a little packet of three pills.

If he unfolds the shirt, it will read GOURMET in gigantic block letters, but the 'GOUR' and the 'T' have been crossed out, and the word VORE has been faux-scrawled above them.

It is, somehow, the correct size.]

[tacosgay]

... uhh. Hey, Foster? Did somebody come in here earlier and leave me basically the best present ever?

[Taako glances down at the pills, confused, smirking.]

And, uh, drugs, I guess?

[criticallyfucked]

[Foster doesn't answer for quite a bit; he's sort of busy right now, and honestly he did mean to answer once he finished this sentence, or at least this thought, but....

... well. He's frowning at his book, marking his place with one claw before he looks up.]

They're sex pills.

[He doesn't even actually manage a smile, but.

You know, the only interest you share with him besides vore jokes.]

[tacosgay]

... excuse me?

[Holy fuck? Okay, this is either an insult or the best gift ever, but he has no idea which. He glances at Foster, eyebrows raised so they nearly disappear behind his bangs.]

[criticallyfucked]

The claim is they'll give you the best orgasm of your life.

[Foster glances back at his book, just briefly--he is doing his best to try and run over details in his head, but it's hard and he's already misremembering things.

But after a second, he devotes his attention to Taako a little more fully.]

Don't know if it's immediate or if you have to actually fuck someone to get there.

[tacosgay]

... they were selling these things just... out there with the t-shirts and knick-knacks?

[Taako is on the edge of laughing, rolling the pills back and forth in his hand. He sets them down on the table, and then takes a seat at the table, crossing one leg over the other, gazing down at them.]

I mean, this is some "back of Fantasy Spencer's" stuff. Wild. Should I be honored that you saw this and thought of me?

[criticallyfucked]

[Foster has no idea what a 'Fantasy Spencer's' is, but he can tell that Taako is pleased, and that's sufficient for his purposes.]

I don't know, should you?

[Why would you ask Foster how you should feel, Taako?]

You're free to be insulted instead, if you want.

[tacosgay]

... nah. I, uh...

[This is weird. He hesitates for a long moment, looking over at Foster.]

Thanks...?

[It's weirdly earnest. He's obviously amazed that Foster thought enough of him to get him a gift.]

1/2

[criticallyfucked]

Don't thank me.

[You should have expected that, Taako.]

2/2

[criticallyfucked]

[You should thank the caravan for not asking what 'vore' was and getting Foster kicked out.]

[tacosgay]

Got it.

[He grabs the shirt, and pulls it on over his head, reaching to pull his thick mane out of the neck after he's got it securely pulled on. Somehow, Foster managed to guess what size would actually fit his considerably softer companion.

He grins at Foster, wiggling his eyebrows.]

Eh? Eh? How's it look?

[espigeon]

[Julien leaves a small, brightly wrapped package and a card by the doorstep of the cabin, addressed to Taako. The package contains twenty glowing capsules.

The card is plain on the outside but the inside has a painted image of a voluminous silver-embroidered skirt with ankles and feet showing beneath it. It's not bad work - tiny brush, the painted embroidery is done with a good eye, there's shading - but the most notable part is that the painted fabric is iridescent, red or green or blue or purple depending on how the card is held.]

Saw these and thought of you.

I'm kinda freaked out about things, not going to lie, but I'm not mad at you. Hit me up sometime.

-Julien

[tacosgay]

[... ah. Taako reads that card, and grimaces; yeah, things probably are going to be... weird, after that. Still, it's really nice of Julien to get something for him, especially after what happened.

He takes out his radio, tuning it to Julien's frequency.]

Hey, uh... Julien? Are you there?

[espigeon]

[It's a moment before Julien responds, his tone entirely casual.]

Yeah, I'm around. What's up? You got my glowing drugs?

[tacosgay]

Yeah, uh... what's the deal with people just giving each other drugs as presents around here, anyway? Is that a thing you do in other worlds or something?

[... he's getting off subject! He clears his throat, trying to focus.]

Uh. Anyway, I wanted to say, uh... thank you. And that I'm... totally sorry about what all I did to you back in, uh, you know. The Prince's whole... thing.

[espigeon]

Oh no! Does that mean I'm not original? Oh, well, have fun anyway.

Haaah, well, not going to lie, that sucked. That sucked a lot and I wish I could say I don't remember, but I do, so, yeah. It wasn't your fault. Or mine, really, not more than a little bit.

To get free of all that I had to get killed and it's kinda weird that two of the people who did it were complete strangers, but uh... I'm glad someone I knew was around too, I guess? Glad isn't really the word. I appreciate the sympathy, though?

[tacosgay]

Yeeah, uh, the roomie gave me...

... uhh.

[It's a good thing Julien can't see the fact that he's actually blushing!]

Well, uh, anyway, he gave me some weird fae drugs, too, so either this is a super common thing, or I just give off some kind of pervert drug-addict vibe.

[There's a beat of quiet, and he sobers a bit, his tone more genuine than normal when he does speak.]

I'm definitely glad that Prince actually made good on the whole... bringing you guys back to life thing. That was pretty chill of him, all things considered, you know?

[espigeon]

Hah! Well there were like five kinds on the market and most of them looked promising. [Teasingly:] Not a narc, are you?



[Julien clears his throat.]

I'm not... I don't want to say anything he was or did was good, honestly. It was in the deal he made with the Ringmaster, following the rules they agree on is not even voluntary for these people. Also, he knew that if we were alive he could take our names, and he couldn't do that if we were dead and stayed dead.

[tacosgay]

Oh, yeah, no, I mean, definitely fuck that guy. I was just saying, uh... I'm glad you made it back in one piece. Uh, so to speak.

[He's being surprisingly earnest. He changes the subject after only a beat, however, as he heads to his room of the cabin, looking the pills he was gifted over.]

So, uh, what do these things do, anyway? ... "Afterglow," huh?

[espigeon]

Well. Thank you.

[Julien's touched! but happy enough to go with a conversation change.]

I was assured that it 'lights you up' like after good sex or, you know, one of those really intense massages. And then he winked, so I'm pretty sure there's actual lights involved, I mean, they do glow.

[tacosgay]

Did he seriously wink at you? [That's... weird. Gross!] That, uh, sounds... weird, but pretty nice, actually, so, uh. Thanks. Plus it's not nearly as weird as the other pills I got, so, hey.

[espigeon]

We might have been flirting a little bit. Just a touch. [Julien is absolutely that kind of person.]

Oh, you got the nutbuster? Yeah that one seems a little out there. It's a crying shame they're selling pharmaceuticals for this kind of thing instead of toys, you know?

during winter break

[pipers_son]

[In the mailbox is a simple bag of gingerbread men, with a simple ribbon of colorful fabric tying it all together. There's nothing special about the cookies or the bag, or the ribbon. It's just... gingerbread.]

[Don't like gingerbread? Well that's just too bad. There's no return address on these suckers.]

D21, Lunar Solstice

[atouts]

[ Taako will find something left just outside on the porch of whatever cabin he's been staying in.

Childermass isn't really one for fancy gift-wrapping, so this is simply wrapped in brown packing paper and tied off with a bit of colored twine with a very simple note attached. The wrapping is bottle-shaped, so no big surprise what's in there once opened — a bottle of Faerie Ale.

The note that goes with it reads,

'For your help finding the rose. You managed to do much of what I could not and for that, you have my gratitude.

- C ' ]

[tacosgay]

Oh, well... in that case. [Julien, a flirt? Certainly not!]

Yeeeah. I mean, I didn't get them for myself, but, uh... yeah, I've got a few of those now. Am I the only one who's a little nervous about using weird magic fae sex drugs recreationally?