"can i?" for cennef and cateex, good luck
You don’t come into town too often, and when you run into her, you’re glad you don’t.
“Oh! …Cateex.” You say, unsure of what else to offer. Her past insult doesn’t matter, not really - she likely didn’t mean it and only wanted to impress Gliese.
“Cennef.” she deadpans back, and moves around you to continue shopping. The pair of you are both in the town’s grocery store, and there’s free samples of snacks and alcohol out. It’s very festive, and the oliveblood in charge looks very pouty, as if none of this was their decision. Probably because it costs too much money - you’ve always known them to be stingy.
Cateex tries to get something that’s too large - especially for a troll as small as her, though you know you don’t have much room to talk - and she tumbles down. The oliveblood seems to be ignoring it, and there aren’t many other customers - only the salestrolls by the samples, who look sympathetic but aren’t going to budge from their stations, probably to ensure the food and drink aren’t stolen.
Ugh. Well. She is a lowblood. You reach down and help get the overlarge bundle of paper towels off her, pushed back a bit by it as she uses what must be telekinesis - yes, her eyes are glowing slightly white.
“I can handle m-myself, thank you.” She sniffs, stiff as a perigee’s tree.
You roll your eyes and hold up a bag that slipped off her arm. “You’rre welcome.”
Maybe it’s her telekinesis, maybe the floor is legitimately slippery, but either way you start to fall, grab onto the nearest thing - which happens to be her - and wind up brushing your horns against mistletoe.
The salestrolls are egging you on now, probably bored from having to stand there all night. Cateex is struggling, but you’re surrounded by them and see no escape, so you quickly peck her on the forehead and then they create a large enough gap for you to escape.
Sweet Empress. That was nerve-wracking.