One year After Story and Song (ASS)…

Taako was looking… demented. His pupils had almost obliterated his irises. His face was flushed and, mere moments before, he had been turning the place upside-down as if searching for something desperately needed.

“Sir?”

Taako took one look at him and smiled as if he had found the solution to every problem in the world, all wrapped up in one weddy pre-teen boy package. “Baby,” he cooed.

“I’m baby?”

Taako pounced.

*

Five years ASS…

He’d come down to see what the fuss was. Taako had cooked more than a spread. This wasn’t an anxiety bake-off. This was Taako going through every ingredient at his disposal and every recipe in his noggin.

“Are you… okay? Sir?”

Taako turned. “Baby!”

Sigh. “I’m baby,” he grumped. This sort of thing was only supposed to happen once a decade, damnit…

*

Nine years ASS…

He woke with Taako sprawled across him and purring voluminously. How long he had been under the influence of Luume was anyone’s guess.

“Baby…” Taako singsonged.

Yawn. “I’m baby,” he sighed.

* 

Nineteen years ASS…

“Sir, I’d like you to meet Miss Agatha Tre–”

Whump.

“Baby!”

Angus, ass knocked flat on the floor, sighed and looked pleadingly around to where Agatha was lurking and hiding. “I’m baby,” he growled.

*

Twenty years ASS…

This time, he grabbed Agatha with a cheerful, “Baby baby!” and whisked her off to the cote.

“Agatha! Go limp!” It was a mere handful of moments after that that that he had to wonder, “What the actual shit?” 

But in a minute, Taako was back. “Baby!”

Ah. Now things were back to what passed for normal. “I’m baby…”

*

Twenty-four years ASS…

This was the first time he hadn’t called Angus ‘baby’ since… since forever. He was more interested in baby time. On one hand, it did give Angus the freedom to call the doctor and help resolve a mere few of the issues.

On the other hand… he kind of missed being the baby.

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