[Ugh, he just-- he's so sappy. Taako says one word and Kravitz can't even speak. It's flattering, of course, but it's not... it's not in the same way he's used to being flattered. When people adore him, when he lets sickly sweet words twist around his fingers and on his tongue, he knows it's superficial. It's like a dusting of powdered sugar on a cake, adding ambiance but not truly adding sweetness.

This... this is so syrupy it feels like it's going to choke him. Like Kravitz tapped a tree and it won't stop flowing, and it courses through his veins, making him warmer than he was before. He doesn't know it, but if Kravitz looks, he'll be able to see the tips of Taako's long ears going red, even through the color. Taako has this control, and he doesn't even want it. It's just. Saccharine. Unnecessary.

He never, ever wants to stop hearing it.]

Great, so you get the jist, babe, that's good.

[God, he needs to get this back on track or he's going to look like an idiot. He already cried on Kravitz, Taako needs to get his goddamn act together.]

Soooo, am I allowed to pick anything? 'Cause I've been here like three months by myself, babe. And you're pretty cold for this to be a housewarming.