One cold troll in dire need of some help

[helmetdoesnothing]

Who: Mituna Captor & Anyone
Where: The plaza
When: 07/03
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open

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[It didn't take long for the contact with his matesprit and moirail to become ineffectual against the curse currently afflicting Vatheon. Thinking something might be wrong with him he'd done the first thing that had come to mind, and poked at the coral a few times.

It hadn't helped.

Now, he's sitting next to the coral, curled up and hunched over in a miserable, pointy little ball of awkward gangly limbs. Each minute or so, a violent shiver runs through his frame, shaking his shoulders and forcing his teeth to click together. He doesn't know what's happening, but he's pretty fucking sure he doesn't like it.

Anyone want to help a cold troll out?]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

Having not seen her face, he doesn't recognise her either, but he's accustomed enough to humans (or people who look like humans) to not blatantly stare at every one that comes near him. He does twitch a little at the sound of her voice, but it's followed quickly by another shiver and quickly forgotten.

"N.. no."

He tries hunching up further, but there's only so small he can make himself before it starts getting uncomfortable.

"It'th c-cold."

[chizuru]

"Here you go."

The girl smiles as she sets her hand onto the troll's shoulder. As long as he's not unhappy with the contact, he'll immediately begin to feel warmer from that alone. Chizuru knows she's never seen this troll before, so it'd have more effect than if she had.

"I'm Chizuru Yukimura," she adds on. Leaving her hand on his shoulder, she bows her upper form politely.

[helmetdoesnothing]

He jumped, shrinking away from her hand, though even as startled as he was he felt the benefit instantly, and more so than anyone else he'd had contact with before. Mituna eyed her hand suspiciously, but didn't make any further motion to shrug her off.

Yet another person with a name he can't properly pronounce. He ought to be used to this by now, but as he worked his lips silently over the syllables there was the faintest hint of recognition on his face.

"... Mituna Captor," he muttered, still shuffling awkwardly under her hand, but not willing to want it off him as long as it was making him feel better.

[chizuru]

Chizuru immediately felt guilty from the reaction to her touch. That was right; she didn't really know him, and she should have asked first. But he looked so miserable.

He doesn't seem to want to move away, so she keeps her hand there. There's a deep frown on her face as she begins to speak.

"I'm sorry.. I should have asked first- oh, Mituna?" she realizes, thinking. "I spoke to you through text! Nice to meet you! ..In person."

[helmetdoesnothing]

There was touching and he didn't much like it, but the touching was also making him feel warmer. It really was a Catch 22 for the poor troll, but at least he was distracted by the realisation that he'd spoken to this female before.

"I remember..." He shook his hair briefly away from his bi-coloured eyes to get a better look at her, and squinted. "You look like a human."

[chizuru]

"That's what I told you," she returned, smiling as she tilted her head. Her hand remained on his shoulder, her touch as light as it could be without breaking the contact. "Demons can change forms and look a bit different, but I haven't learned to do that."

Chizuru moves to sit beside him, her hand staying on his shoulder.

"I think you trolls are very cool looking, though.."

[helmetdoesnothing]

He kept one eye on her as she sat, shifting a bit so he could see what she was doing. Then, he grinned widely, showing off all his pointed teeth.

"Humanth are kind of fh-funny looking." It wasn't said to be an insult, but any human - all pink and squishy with eyes that don't show their blood colour - is going to look odd to a troll. "But they're cool I gueth."

[chizuru]

"I think maybe.. we look a bit more boring?" Chizuru contemplates, looking closely at Mituna. "Demons have horns and ears in their true form, but.. yeah, humans don't have that kind of thing."

"Do you feel better now?"

Chizuru looks towards her hand on his shoulder, hoping that it's at least helped him out. He doesn't look nearly as cold as he did before..

[helmetdoesnothing]

"Yeth." He shrugged his shoulder meekly, looking down at his knees. Before, he'd been too cold to throw a fit about what was happening, and now being warm had pacified him enough that it wasn't going to happen without due provocation.

Chizuru didn't really seem the type to provoke one of his mood swings, whether intentionally or otherwise.

"You're fun to look at," he added. "You're all different colourth!"

[chizuru]

Mituna said he felt better, and with the shrug, Chizuru decides it's time to withdraw her hand and does so. He can always ask her if he needs it once again, as she wouldn't mind.

"Oh, different colors?" Chizuru muses, thinking about it. Perhaps he meant skin and hair color? She had noticed the trolls seemed to all have black hair and grey skin. "Uhm, what does your helmet do, Mituna? It looks neat."

[helmetdoesnothing]

That was exactly what he meant, but her question distracted him, and he put one hand to the helmet he wore as if he'd forgotten for a while that he was wearing it.

Considering he wore it almost constantly, that was an easy enough thing to do.

"It'th tho I don't hurt my head when I fall down," he told her, then added in a slightly matter-of-fact tone. "I fall down a lot."

Mituna tilted his head forwards and pulled the helmet off, shaking his head slightly. Immediately, his hair puffed up like a dandelion and fell down in front of his eyes. He grinned.

"And it keepth my hair in."

[chizuru]

Mituna fell down a lot, so he wore a helmet. That made sense. Others may have something negative of him at first, but..

"That's a good idea for a helmet. I'm glad you're keeping yourself safe!"

Chizuru looks at him closely after he lets his hair out.

"You have very nice hair. I hope you don't wear your helmet all of the time," she compliments, smiling softly as she does.

[helmetdoesnothing]

His face turned a little yellow as he set his helmet down, and he drummed his sharp nails against it. It was funny how many people actually liked his hair.

"Ehe. Flattery getth you everywhere."