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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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[That's quite right, and Nepeta has also been out indulging in her old hobby of stalking prey, just to keep her skills honed. She's already hunted down enough meat for everyone, so following small creatures through the jungle without letting them know she was there had been good enough practice for her for now.

But after a while she feels like being social, and knows that quite a few of her friends enjoy the beach. That's why she's walking quietly across the sand now, heading straight for the friend she hadn't thought would be there, but who she's very glad to see nevertheless.]

Mister Psii, Mister Psii!

[ WHY SO SNEAKY, NEPETA?!

The Helmsman jumps a little, turning his head quickly as he smears a portion of the design he had been creating with the sand. He is very tightly wound, not expecting any sort of predators afoot. Not that she could see the surprise in his eyes, what with the fact that he's wearing the oddly styled sunglasses that Darkleer customarily wore. ]

Nepeta, hello.

Hello, Mister Psii. That's a furry purretty picture you're making!

[She gives him a smile - a rather apologetic one, actually, as she hadn't meant to make him jump, always forgetting how easily startled he could be.

She sits down next to him in the sand, twirling her fingers in it, looking him over, still smiling. He seems so tense, and she can guess why, but he still looks a little bit healthier than when they'd had tea together back when she first arrived. But, unlike with the other ancestors, she hadn't yet dropped the 'mister' from in front of his name. After everything he's been through, she thinks the least he deserves is a sign of respect.

...but there's something else, isn't there? She's seen those glasses before, and not on him.]

Ohh, aren't those Darkleer's??

[ He is worlds healthier, as scrawny and nervous as he is. When she sits, those blue and red lights swirl around her, incorporating her position as a part of a much grander design. He cants his head slightly to the side at her question, hesitating. ]

It wath hith dethire I avoid ocular damage.

[ Which explains tons about how he's wearing them at night, right? Get that shipping wall update ready. ]

[Predictably the lights make her laugh, and she bats at them with her paws, ducking her head as she bursts into a loud peal of giggles, almost as if the psiionics were tickling her.]

But the sun isn't...

[She stops herself, blinks once at him, and then clasps her hands to either side of her face. Ohhhhh! She sees what this is. That's okay, she won't pry any more, but oh she'll be sneakily keeping an eye on him and Darkleer, see if she doesn't.

To change the subject she shifts a little bit nearer - he doesn't look pounceable quite yet, but maybe...]

Mister Psii? Can I give you a hug?

[ Oh god, what is that look? He's not entirely sure, but when she asks to hug him, he manages a sincere little smile. He ducks his head down in a nod, holding an arm out in about as proper an invitation for a hug as there ever was. ]

I would appresthiate that, child.

...really?

[She'd half thought he wouldn't want to, and her face lights up when not only does he say yes, but he seems like he really does welcome it. Instantly she's ducking beneath that welcoming arm, her own going around him as she snuggles carefully against his side.]

[ Hugs are kind of nice in these situations, and he gently drapes his arm around her. It's about the only thing that keeps him grounded anymore, and it doesn't much help that he has found he has a distinct inability to even so much as want to refuse female children. ]

Have you been well?

[ As he speaks, the designs in the sand never seem to stop becoming more and more complicated. ]

[A happy purr escapes her, followed by a giggle as she keeps on cuddling him, very carefully and gently but without any sign or intention of stopping.]

Uh huh! I've been okay. It's nice spending time with efuryone. Especially when I get to see you too.

[Because quiet as he is, Nepeta has had a special place in her heart for the Psiioniic ever since he'd indulged that sad, mourning little troll with a teaparty months ago.]

What are you drawing, Mister Psii?

[ That intervening time has only served to make him all the more indulgent. Living with Signless does that to a troll, even a damaged one, and his fumbling hand smooths down the fabric of her coat on her shoulder as he looks out to the piece of work he has engaged in. ]

I do not yet know. I theorize that it will come to me eventually.

I like drawing too.

[She doesn't mind confiding that much in him - if anything, Psiioniic is one of the people she feels completely comfortable chatting away to about all sorts of things. He's a reassuring presence, and she purrs all the louder for the way he pats her shoulder.]

Sometimes it's like that, you draw and draw and draw and it only all makes sense afurterwards, right?

Yeth, that ith what I have found mythelf.

[ She reminds him very much of someone, making it easy to indulge her. Dii, he imagines, from what interactions he had with the Disciple as a Helmsman and the stories he had been told. Though he can't know, not really, it's a hazy sort of thing. ]

I enjoy geometrical dethignth. What ith it that you draw?

[Cuddling and talking about drawing, two of her favourite things. She's in kitty troll heaven as she purrs and nuzzles at his shoulder - wait, he asked her something, didn't he?]

Adventures! The adventures that I have with my furrends. Annnd...other things. [Suddenly looking very very innocent, wide eyes and all.]

Other thingth?

[ Unfortunately, that only has his curiosity. He has no idea what other things could possibly encompass. ]

Uh huh! Uhm...

[Well. Okay, it's making her blush a bit but out of all people she doesn't really mind telling Psiioniic about it. He's so easy to talk to, almost as much as Signless, albeit in a different way.]

I like keeping track of my furrends and the quadrants they're in or might end up in so I draw them all. I did it back home too! I had a wall full in my hive.

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