[The hood came down and with it a cascade of red-tinged blonde hair. The Red Robe - Lup - hadn't moved even as he cast a spell right at her. She'd simply waited, either confident she could block his attack or trusting he wouldn't hurt her. Which, considering his record, was a pretty stupid thing to do.

But then that face looked up and Taako couldn't do anything but stare directly into a mirror. A female one. Like some has stolen his face and decided "yeah, he could do curves, I bet" and gave it a whirl.

Talk about copyright infringement.

And yet... She looks happy, relieved even, to be showing her face. Like it's some huge burden being lifted off her shoulders and now being deposited squarely on his. Why do they share a face? Why can't he remember anyone called Lup who literally has his goddamn beautiful face which should make her pretty fucking unforgettable.

Why is everything just static?

Lucretia, what the fuck did you do to us?

Taako took a moment to compose himself after the moment of shock dissipated. He raised a hand, opened his mouth, shut it again, and then put the hand over his eyes and groaned.]

I mean...? At least I know I'd look good with highlights?

But if this is some weird fan obsession thing, I just gotta let you know, I am not into that whole "Lotion in the basket" thing, mmkay? And if not?

[He lowered his hand and then chopped them both through the air, brows furrowed.]

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?