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[p2iioniicii2t]

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. ]

Comments

[toreadorkabull]

Really?

-=he needed to ask! just to make sure and so it was official either way. hell he'd expected to leave this conversation in tears=-

Uh... wow.

-=well it might happen anyway, she has no idea how happy this makes him right now. Words fail him again, so he just snatches her up into a tight hug, nuzzling their noses together=-

[bestestfurrend]

Really, really!

[He's right - it is good to have it made official in this way, and Nepeta can hardly believe it herself. She has a matesprit! And it's Tavros, adorable, friendly, kind Tavros, who, now that she's allowing herself to realize it, she's been cultivating feelings for for a while. Right now she doesn't think she could feel any happier.]

Heehee, I think wow is purrhaps the bestest word fur it efur.

[She hugs him back just as tightly, snuggling on him and laughing softly as they rub their noses together, stealing quick little kisses from his lips.]

[toreadorkabull]

-=he feels like he should be saying something, but what is there actually to say? Nothing that comes to mind seems right, and even if it did he'd probably have issues getting them out of his mouth.

So instead he just brings his hands up and makes a heart sign with his fingers. And kisses her again. Definitely. Kissing Nepeta is the greatest thing that could ever be=-

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta giggles again and this time makes him chase her mouth to get that kiss, making up for it by reciprocating with happy enthusiasm once he finally catches her lips.

There's no real other way for her to express the happiness she felt welling up in her as he made that sign with his fingers except to make it back at him, and she traces the outlines of a heart on his cheek with a fingertip, then licks over it, laughing, kissing the spot, and then his nose, and then his lips again. She doesn't ever want to stop.]