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“Babe,” Taako whines, draping himself over the couch and Kravitz. “Babe, I’m bored .”
“What happened to your boys’ weekend?” his boyfriend asks, turning the page in his magazine without even looking up.
“Magnus bailed,” Taako grumps. “Something about a dog emergency, and Merle is…. Merle.” he slumps down further over the couch, as boneless as one of their cats (excepting the one that’s all bones, at least), and slithers into a heap on Kravitz’s lap, firmly over his magazine.
Kravitz smiles and wiggles one hand free so he can card through Taako’s soft dark hair instead. “I don’t know what you expect me to do about it, love.”
His boyfriend responds with one long groan, squirming around a little and flipping his legs over onto the couch entirely. He says something entirely muffled by Kravitz’s thigh.
“What?”
“I said ,” Taako says, turning his head so that his hair slips away from his face. Kravitz smiles at the sight of the raven feather tattoo curving behind his ear. He has a matching mongoose behind his own ear. “Why don’t we do something?”
“Aren’t your sister and Barry coming over?”
“We can do something with them, I guess .”
“Hmm, like what?”
Taako responds to this with another loud groan, and Kravitz gives up his magazine for lost and settles for running one hand through his boyfriend’s hair and the other over the fur of Duchess Princess Stinkclaw Regina, Esquire, who settles on Taako’s back. Both of them are purring, something that Kravitz is infinitely charmed by.
This stalemate is broken by the buzzing of the emerald compact. Taako sits up in surprise, accidentally catapulting Duchess Princess Stinkclaw Regina, Esquire into the kitchen. He’s able to catch her with a Levitate as Kravitz is too busy crying with laughter over her surprised yowl, so it’s to slightly more than the usual chaos that Taako opens the compact.
“Hey Joaquin!” he says, elbowing a still-laughing Kravitz.
“Hi Taako,” Joaquin says. He’s at his kitchen table, holding the frying pan, early afternoon sunlight pouring through the window behind him.
“Hi!” comes Marcus’s distant yell.
“Marcus says hi.”
“Hi Marcus!”
“They say hi!”
“What’s up, Joaquin?” Taako asks, now shoving a pillow in Kravitz’s face.
“Marcus had a magic question.”
“Hell yeah I did,” Joaquin’s boyfriend says, leaning into view. “So--”
“Wait,” Taako says. “Wait wait wait. Hold that thought, Marcus.”
“Taako?” Kravitz asks, recognizing that gleam in his boyfriend’s eye. “What--”
“Hold that thought, Krav.” He shoves the compact into Kravitz’s hands and launches himself up, pulling out his stone of far speech.
Kravitz, bemused, turns back to Joaquin. “So, how’s the taco truck?”
“The rebuilt one? Great, we basically never have the tax dudes coming around anymore after I kinda helped save the world. Oh, here’s Marcus.”
“Hey Kravitz!” Marcus says, leaning casually against Joaquin’s shoulders and pressing a kiss against his cheek, grinning at Joaquin’s blush. He’s strikingly handsome, his normal stubble having been recently shaved off to highlight his strong chin and high cheekbones. He has a smattering of flour across his dark skin, probably from the pie recipe Taako sent them last week. “How’s work?”
“Oh, about the same, about the same. People trying to become liches have calmed down a little, which lightens our workload. I have this weekend off, actually.”
“Oh nice!”
“What is Taako planning?” Joaquin asks.
“Good question,” Kravitz says with a grin. He can hear Taako talking excitedly with someone over the stone. “From the sounds of it, he’s talking to Lup.”
“Oh no,” Marcus and Joaquin say at the same time.
“He’s done,” Kravitz says, craning his neck as Taako hangs up and struts back into the room, a devilish smile stretching over his face.
“Krav, babe, pack your bags.”
“For what?”
“We’re going on a weekend trip with my darling sister and darling Barold.”
“Oh?” Kravitz asks, his eyebrow raise mirrored in the compact from both Joaquin and Marcus. “To where?”
Taako grins. “To meet up with my taco boys in the Plane of Thought!”