vatheon | One cold troll in dire need of some help

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One cold troll in dire need of some help

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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I dunno. Whoever designs these curses.

[Bro shifts his stance a little so he can stand beside Mituna rather than in front of him. Then he sinks down into a crouching position, his hand still on the young troll's head.]

[He shuffles, letting his knees drop so he can sit cross-legged, and tilts his head in faint curiosity.]

You could jutht be cold.

Yeah. Yeah, you could. I dunno about you, but I think being cold sucks just as bad.

[Now that he's actually receiving warmth through his hand, he's wondering which is the worst of two evils. Sucking it up and just letting someone hug him doesn't seem quite as bad anymore.]

Ehe, yeth.

[He's pretty toasty now, by yellowblood standards. Naturally cooler than a human, though.]

It doeth, but I think being not cold ith better.

[As for Bro, he can never be toasty enough. Part of his upper arm is now resting gently against the back of Mituna's head.]

I think bein' so hot you feel like you're about to melt into a puddle is the best thing.

[He laughs, a strangely hissing sort of sound lisped out around his teeth as he gently leans back against Bro's arm.]

Thometimeth it wath like that on Beforuth, but... [Stalling for a moment, his eyebrows furrow. That's a long way back to remember.]

It wathn't thafe.

Wasn't safe?

[Now that he thinks about it, there's a lot he doesn't know about the trolls' planet. Usually when he asks about troll culture things, it always devolves into talking about those weirdass romances again. He can't picture anything when it comes to their homes.]

[He shakes his head and indicates vaguely upwards.]

The thun would burn your motherfucking eyeth out.

Whoah, really? It's that bright? That's some weird shit.

Ehe, yeth. Trollth only come out at night.

So you turned nocturnal because the sun is bordering on a lethal weapon. Huh.

[He shrugs, something of an 'I guess so' motion, and idly leans against the human's side. Even though he's warm now, he's not finding the contact unpleasant any longer.]

It'th nithe here, and now Latula ith here too.

Latula? [He quirks an eyebrow. It's not a name he's heard before, he's pretty sure.]

My matethprit! [He chirps it brightly, shooting a cocky grin at the human.] Latula'th the raddetht troll there ith.

[Ahhh, another troll. Figures.] Oh yeah? Radder than you?

[He nods eagerly.] Yeth! And thhe'th beautiful too.

Sweet. Sounds like one classy lady. [He doesn't feel like moving his arm out from behind Mituna's head, so he'll shift sideways a little to use his other hand to offer a fist bump.]

[He blinks at that offered hand, then curls his own and bumps his knuckles against the human's. There's a warm feeling about it that's nothing to do with the curse, and he smiles.]

You thhould meet her, buddy.

[Settled up against Bro's side now, he leans a little more of his (negligible) weight against him, using the hand against the back of his head as a pillow.]

You're not ath cool ath her, but you're clothe.

[Normally, Bro would start to get uncomfortable with this much physical contact with a kid he doesn't know too well, but... The combination of warmth and how casual this whole thing is makes sure he doesn't care too much. They've got a good thing going, let's not ruin it.]

Heh. She's gotta be super special cool if she's one step above me.

[He's got himself comfortable enough to settle and start making small but undeniably enthusiastic hand gestures.]

'Tula'th the betht. Thhe'th beautiful and fun, and loveth thkating.

[And Mituna is obviously utterly devoted to her, if the expression on his face is anything to go by.]

[Awww, young troll love. He'll just let Mituna ramble on about his dear matesprit, because it seems to be a very effective way to distract him from the current curse.]

She's a skater too? Sweet. We should start thinking about setting up a skate park with grind rails and shit.

[Very effective indeed. No one means quite as much to him as Latula does, and he was quite despondent when she left, even if he couldn't really express it properly.

Bro's suggestion gets a giddy little bounce out of him, and he looks up at him with an eager smile.]

We thhould let'th fucking do it!

[Excellent. Another radical building project. Maybe he can take the hoverboard to the skate park once it's finished.]

So I can count on your help then, huh? Awesome. Now we've just gotta figure out where to get the materials.

Edited 2013-07-26 11:00 (UTC)

We thhould thee if anyone elthe knowth!

[Someone else had to know where they could get the materials for such an endeavour. Mituna's far more confident about asking for such things here than he would be back in the dream bubbles.]

I've got a few connections here and there. I'll ask around.

[Leo, Jade, Gumball, Darkleer... Hell, he could even ask Dirk if he's really desperate, but that's a pretty big if.]

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