Hoof in the Chocolate Jar

#imperialorphaner #tbc pl #pl: dualscar

Er. Why am I at the top of this list? Or do the numbers not mane anything?

I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.

whatever 1 l1ke?

yeah, me too…

we can be up 1n the trees and you don’t have to tr1p about fall1ng… w1n/w1n, r1ght?

#wingedredbull #tbc pl #pl: rufioh

I was never that bad about the trees, was I? Maybe I just blocked it out.

I'll pick you up soon then, and we can go home for a bit.

I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.

whatever 1 l1ke?

yeah, we can do that… you can go anywhere w1th those, r1ght? or a recreat1on of anywhere… how you feel about the wooden v1llage?

#wingedredbull #tbc pl #pl: rufioh

Yes. If you can imagine or remember it, you can "go" there. The wooden village sounds lovely.

I've missed Beforus so much.

Eridan, are you attempting to start a pitch romance with Ro%y? If not, I suggest you take things with a grain of salt insteed of making a mountain out of a blind squeakbeast's hill. Neighbe if you learn to laugh about your previous blunders, it'll be easier. The worse your rea%ions, the mare others will try to get mare of that out of you. Especially Meenah. It's snort of her specialty to use the insecurities of others to make them e%plode in rage. No offense to her, but she canter ven deny it.

wwhat

wwait no

i wwasnt tryin to start anythin pitch i just

roxy an evveryone knowws that irks me but it just happens to fuckin showw up on the message boards

i mean i wwould take it wwith a grain a salt but i just find it hard i mean that shit wwas fuckin embarrassin

listenin to tavv wwasnt really that helpful to me

i mean i tried it an evven scrolled back in my logs to look at it again but it

ugh

i dont evven see howw i can laugh at that at all

alright

yeah i guess thats right

but uh ill try wwith my friends then if i get around to it

thanks horuss

#caligulasoverseer #tbc pl #pl: eridan

It's no problem. All I want is for you to loosen up a little. I used to be always be so foal of anger, I'd break my teeth just from clenching my jaw. Meulin helped with that. While I dun't really apprhoove of the constant smiling, I did learn to c001 down a bit from all of that.

I've learned to let things go, to a%ept that I can't fi% everything, and that there's mare important things in life than justifying one's anger.

Now truth be told, I'm not e%actly good at pranks or f001ing around with my friends in both a jovial and vengefoal matter, or proper revenge even when it is completely justified (such as when someone breaks every bone in your matesprit's body). It was just something that other people might do. You neigh want to a% a second opinion on whatever you might eventually do.

I just remembered, I still hoove that ticket for the holodeck I earned so long ago. Of horse, I had plans to use it with you, but then, everything happened so very much. Could you come use it with me? We can do whatever you like with it.

whatever 1 l1ke?

#tbc pl #pl: rufioh #wingedredbull

That's what I nickered. As long as it's just the two of us though.

Can we do something for a change without the obligation of pailing? At least pretend we aren't in this awfoal place for a bit.

Eridan, are you attempting to start a pitch romance with Ro%y? If not, I suggest you take things with a grain of salt insteed of making a mountain out of a blind squeakbeast's hill. Neighbe if you learn to laugh about your previous blunders, it'll be easier. The worse your rea%ions, the mare others will try to get mare of that out of you. Especially Meenah. It's snort of her specialty to use the insecurities of others to make them e%plode in rage. No offense to her, but she canter ven deny it.

wwhat

wwait no

i wwasnt tryin to start anythin pitch i just

roxy an evveryone knowws that irks me but it just happens to fuckin showw up on the message boards

i mean i wwould take it wwith a grain a salt but i just find it hard i mean that shit wwas fuckin embarrassin

listenin to tavv wwasnt really that helpful to me

i mean i tried it an evven scrolled back in my logs to look at it again but it

ugh

i dont evven see howw i can laugh at that at all

i dont knoww i mean

that sounds fun

but uh

i dont knoww i feel a bit conflicted i mean some of the people wwho taunt me i barely knoww

#caligulasoverseer #tbc pl #pl: eridan

I'd neigh only to keep it with your friends. If they e%pect you to take a joke, to a%ept their jibes at you, then they should be able to receive the same. What do they call that? Dun't dish it out if you can't take it.

Now, this advice is only manet for you to settle scores with friends. If you think it'll ruin a relationship, dun't do it. But a little prank or diss among friends is usually okay, and it'll likely make you feel better. Just dun't make it nasty.

Eridan, are you attempting to start a pitch romance with Ro%y? If not, I suggest you take things with a grain of salt insteed of making a mountain out of a blind squeakbeast's hill. Neighbe if you learn to laugh about your previous blunders, it'll be easier. The worse your rea%ions, the mare others will try to get mare of that out of you. Especially Meenah. It's snort of her specialty to use the insecurities of others to make them e%plode in rage. No offense to her, but she canter ven deny it.

wwhat

wwait no

i wwasnt tryin to start anythin pitch i just

roxy an evveryone knowws that irks me but it just happens to fuckin showw up on the message boards

i mean i wwould take it wwith a grain a salt but i just find it hard i mean that shit wwas fuckin embarrassin

listenin to tavv wwasnt really that helpful to me

i mean i tried it an evven scrolled back in my logs to look at it again but it

ugh

i dont evven see howw i can laugh at that at all

#caligulasoverseer #tbc pl #pl: eridan

Eridan, with all I've seen you get through, I know you can put up with this.

Perchaps, well, I neigh regret advising this, the only way to fi% this is a little revenge.

Not on Morra, of horse.

Find something that embarrasses the ones who prod at you most.

Can't Quite Put My Finger on it

The nights, by now, just sort of blurred together for Rufioh. He spent a great deal of time asleep, and what little time to himself he had that he didn’t spend sleeping was spent laying on the floor (he’d clawed the sofa up some, and hadn’t liked sitting on it even before then). It wasn’t that comfortable, but what did comfort mean here?

The pillow with himself on it that he’d fashioned into a shirt for Bukram had left behind a great deal of pillow fluff and he’d piled that together enough that he could rest on it when he wanted to. The Unreasonably Large Stuffed Horse (yes, that was in fact what Rufioh had named it) was honestly on the verge of meeting a similar fate. The fate of the fluffless. He didn’t much like looking at it. Maybe he’d claw it open and crawl inside like a fidusucker.

It’d make a nice place to nap.

That was what he was considering when he’d gotten messaged by Mituna. Mituna, his moirail. Even in this unspeakably dark mood he’d been in for a while, just the thought made him smile and color. His moirail. His moirail who had gotten a bracelet to make it Very Official, which meant that in order for that bracelet to be of any use, Rufioh needed to get one too.

That was a less than happy ordeal he would have to go through, and it took Rufioh quite a while to work up and through the bullheadedness pride that made it so difficult for him to ask for anything from Horuss. A bracelet was the least Horuss could do for him, and if he didn’t receive the thing he asked for, Rufioh wasn’t sure what he’d do. He’d pitch a fucking fit, probably. A lowkey fit maybe, but … still.

The conversation that resulted from his request was not what he’d hoped for. He had hoped for no conversation, actually, a plain yes and the delivery of his bracelet, but Horuss had insisted upon him doing some things in return. Had the the he requested been for only him, he would have dropped it entirely, but he wanted to get to see Mituna more often, and he wanted Mituna to get to come and see him. So it was for him that Rufioh had agreed to let Horuss take him to the showers and to medical, and for no one else.

He didn’t have to like it, though. Relatedly, the thought of being carried anywhere by Horuss had lost its appeal entirely thanks in some small part to his own fears that this was what had instigated the punishment with Tavros. He would not be letting that happen again ever, so he was going to end up on the end of a leash tonight. Just the mental image was embarrassing as hell, like he’d given up and agreed that yes, this was definitely his place.

Rufioh hated it. He hated it, and he hated Horuss, and he hated that Horuss seemed to think that getting his fingers fixed would fix anything else.

Maybe now was the time to finish off the last of that bucket of vodka Horuss had left him before. It would help with the upcoming humiliation, probably. Rufioh crawled the short way to where he’d pushed it last and sniffed at the stuff before turning the thing up and trying to drink past the loud protests of his tongue and throat. It wasn’t all that bad tasting, but it burned and it made his throat want to close up.

#wingedredbull #title: can't quite put my finger on it

Before he headed down, he made a pretty extensive order, a few things for himself, a lot of things for Rufioh, even more food. All the snacks and a bit of fruit he brought with him to leave in Rufioh's cell. Horuss knew he wasn't eating as much as he should, but neither was he. If Horuss skipped a meal, he didn't cook for Rufioh either. The bracelet he tucked away in the inner pocket of his shirt, and everything else he folded up in the clothes he bought. It was actually cheaper to buy replica costumes than it was to get custom clothing, and he figured Rufioh might like some warm pajamas.

When he arrived, he adjusted all his cargo and knocked on the door. All of this stuff, it made it seem like he was trying to purchase forgiveness. Maybe that was part of it. He never expected to be forgiven for anything, so this was mostly to clear his own conscience.

Maybe his day would go easier once he was actually with Rufioh, maybe he could flush away all these hopefully temporary flushed feelings that were starting to bloom inside by being the insolent little prick he'd been for so long. Of course, he'd be ungrateful for the gifts, he'd be ungrateful for bringing him to the hospital wing, he'd probably be ungrateful for the quadrant band that was hidden away until Horuss got all that he wanted from Rufioh that day. These thoughts were helping, just a little, but not enough.

hey horuss do you havve any tools to fix glasses

Yes, but why not just buy a new pair? They’re relatively ine%pensive. If you’ve shattered the glass or dun anything e%cept have a screw loose, there’s not much I can do even with proper t001s.

alright

chill out horuss

i guess ill buy another pair

thanks i guess for tryin

#caligulasoverseer #pl: eridan #tbc pl

I'm not steamed up. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was being % with you. I could a%cually begin to e%plain why it'd be difficolt to repair them, but I'm fairly certain you'd find it uninteresting.

Usually, I dun't think about wither others are interested in what I feel like nickering on about.

Good luck with the new pair though.

Again, my appaloosagies if I sounded % with you.

Can't Quite Put My Finger on it

When he woke up that evening, something felt off. For the past few days he felt really good about himself, started to feel more like himself, even started using horse puns again. But today, he woke up sad, hurt, and dare he say, guilt ridden. Why? He'd done nothing wrong lately, hadn't even seen Tavros again since the last match everyone watched together.

He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Instead of dwelling on it, he did what he frequently did so many evenings he woke up, playing his routine in his head before finally getting up and scraping off the sopor.

Slide out of the recuperacoon, swipe off the slime, 100 crunches, 100 sit ups, 100 push ups, 100 handstand push ups, 100 squats, and so on, until he shuffled into the shower. What was Rufioh's routine like?

He'd probably get up the same, probably later, then slide the sopor off his skin... with injured hands. And, no wait, no flying in the warmth of the setting sun. No shower either. And no breakfast. Not much to do other than go on the husktop. Perhaps play some games. Barely enough room to properly exercise.

But, why should Horuss care? Rufioh was the one deemed unworthy to be a master, not him. But still, he could do a few things to make his life a little better. Buy a few things, not like he didn't have the credits, especially since Rufioh was helping a lot.

But when Rufioh messaged him asking for something, instead of just getting it, he bargained. There were a few things Rufioh needed but was reluctant to do. And why wouldn't he be? Why would he want Horuss to bring him anywhere, to be in his presence more that absolutely necessary?

He told Rufioh he'd carry him on days he liked him. Days that shouldn't exist, but it seemed to be one of those improbable days already, and he headed down to Rufioh's cell to do whatever it took to fix what he'd broken.

Vacillation was going to end him.

#wingedredbull #title: can't quite put my finger on it #((sorry horuss has a lot of emotions so this is gosh darned long))

1 need you to get me someth1ng.

What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.

1 don’t want you to carry me. 1 just…

actually, 1 don’t want to talk about th1s anymore… just… whatever.

as long as you get me what 1 want, whatever.

#pl: rufioh #tbc pl #wingedredbull

And I harnesstly dun't care how you get where I want to bring you, so long as you arrive in a maner which won't get either of us punished.

Neighther option is good. Just pick whichever one you hate less.

I'll be over in a few minutes.

1 need you to get me someth1ng.

What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.

pale, yeah…

1’d have to go on a leash, huh? 1f 1 d1d all that.

#wingedredbull #tbc pl #pl: rufioh

100k, I can carry you still, but only on days that I like you. Otherwise, yes, you'll hoove to be on a leash.

At least let me carry you to the hospital wing.

Please.

1 need you to get me someth1ng.

What is it? I neigh need you to do agree to a few things before I get it for you. Nothing big.

}:\

agree to what…?

1 just want a quadrant bracelet…

#tbc pl #pl: rufioh #wingedredbull

Well two things...

You hoove to let me bring you to the medical wing to get your fingers replaced. And you need to let me bring you to the shower at least twice a week, although I'd personally prefer every other day.

I suspected that's what you wanted aneighway. Pale, right?

hey horuss do you havve any tools to fix glasses

Yes, but why not just buy a new pair? They’re relatively ine%pensive. If you’ve shattered the glass or dun anything e%cept have a screw loose, there’s not much I can do even with proper t001s.

its just a crack but i suppose buyin another pair wwould wwork

i just wwant to test my options before i buy a new pair

#caligulasoverseer #pl: eridan #tbc pl

No, I canter ven begin to e%plain how difficolt it is to repair cracks in glasses. Especially if they're made of some snort of polymer instead of glass.

Canter Ect a Wall Between Us

To say that he was being loud would not have done quite enough justice to the near musical sound of Rufioh panting as he tried to fuck Horuss’ hand. The movement served with no small amount of effort to make more of the blueblood’s bulge disappear into Rufioh’s body while his thighs trembled and his wings beat erratically. Though the way he moaned and moved encouraged more, the had Rufioh had between his legs went from trying unsuccessfully to cup his nook to gripping at Horuss’ bulge. His body couldn’t come to a consensus on whether or not it was to stop the other troll thrusting.

Maybe it was the sopor, but his distraction with this puzzle was big enough that it took almost until it was upon him for Rufioh to notice his encroaching orgasm. He bent forward, free hand gripping less than kindly at the other troll’s side as he tried in a literal sense to hold on. In gasps and groans, the bronzeblood got out, “Ah— Horuss, I— pail. Please, please.” Horuss I pail please, indeed. Eloquently said. It was too little, too late, however, and with his wings fluttering quickly at his back and his face flushed bright, Rufioh dug his nails into Horuss’ side and painted him bronze.