The urge to make angry goat noises is stuck in your throat.
"……….High Blood this chat has been lovely. Honestly. But I have calls I need to make to get some repairs done so……yes. Good bye now."
> Wave at them
"Good bye." please don’t return
How the heℒℒ wouℒd i even heℒp hღღ?
"Not saying things like that for one."
"Your rude comment was not helpful in the least. High Blood."
I have 5 lvl.25 dragons and 1 lvl.20 8)
Maybe I should start taking leveling commissions or whatever it’s called…..
Sucks to be you tonight.
"YES. Yes it does High Blood."
"Thank you for your WONDERFUL insight on this matter."
"No really. It honestly helps SO MUCH."
Sarcasm is practically seething through your teeth.
"Someone…..ransacked my hive……"
> Oh no. So much is either missing or broken ):
I can’t fucking stand some people I swear to god.
>It’s a little embarrassing when he puts it like that so you blush lightly, but give him a small smile back. It isn’t often Koko gives a genuine smile, and it’s nice to know that you can make him show one.
"Course I think about ya ya dumbass, yer my friend."
>The light on your arm flare a little when Kotatu touches it, likely your magic reacting to his. But it was a gentle brightness, like a friendly greeting. Likely because you’d used his orb as a medium for a time.
"Well, it’s good yer thinkin’ ‘bout stuff. Me? I’m just tryin’ ta get back ta my swamps cause that’s all I can really think ah doin’."
How cute. She still considers you a friend.
"Swamps?? You’re still goin’ on about that muck place? Have you consider relocating because seriously. After that whole experience up there, I’m pretty sure you’ve gotten stronger. Swamps are pretty much hideaway places Vee."
What was she still going on about those ugly swamps for anyway?? By now you’d have assumed she’d moved on and found a better place to stay.
;t’s n()t stup;d
> hesitate on answering that question
well, ;t’s been l()nely. ; d()n’t see any()ne ()n the sh;p anym()re, never really keep ;n c()ntact w;th any()ne anym()re. better t() keep ;t that way
> because you’re a criminal and all, and almost got killed on that ship
"Yeah it is. Look at that shit."
> Pat his hair a bit
"you belong in one of those really overly dramatic cartoons. You know, the ones I have no fucking idea what’s going on in? Bah, whatever."
You’re semi-interested. Not only forget the shi as a whole but cut ties nearly completely?
"Oh? What about your quads? Not that it’s too important. I’d be pretty glad to hear if you broke up with some of them. Trolls your age going through some emotional ass shit, fuck’s you up. You never did seem that happy to me."
"What’s going on with you nowadays then? Doin’ any better?"
You decide against wasting this guy’s time and open your vest quickly, showing off the rash on your shoulders. ”He said you could help with that. Got in a fight with a blueblood with somewhat toxic skin/abilities. He sent me here saying you could help. Sorry for the bother.” You’re starting to be a little overwhelmed with this evening and you just hope for the night to be done and over with already.
You stand awkwardly in front of this obviously displeased other troll, waiting to see if he’ll let you in or shut you out completely.
"That looks fucking disgusting."
You swear under your breath and mutter. The door shuts rather harshly but only so you can unlock the chain and open the door for the stranger. You stand aside, wearing one of the lab coats Malevo left around and allow him to enter.
The hive was in a constant state of revisions. Boxes filled with either junk or trash. Destroyed furniture and broken flickering lights. There was space off to the side with a couch and an alarmingly large chest of some kind? Guarded by a large lusus shrouded in the shadows yet equally as bitter as the troll before the anon blood.
"My name is Salvus and I’ll be your doctor this evening." You don’t sound as excited as Malveo would have said it. Once he decides to step in you’ll close the door and re-lock it.
You are still trying for this kismesis thing with him because you really like the guy. Which is a strange thing to say when you want to get in a kismessitude with someone. But he’s got this annoying kind of personality that makes you want to bicker with him always too? You’re the kind of guy for soft kismessitudes after all. You just wonder if that’s his thing too or if you’re wasting your time.
You pick the box on the shelf and bring it back to him.
”Alright and now? What should I do, princess?”
"Light that shit on fire man."
You don’t have any matches on you. Nor a lighter. You just kinda wiggle your ears and squint. Turning slightly to feel under the soft pile. Maybe you dropped it?