A voice could be heard exclaiming from the sidelines, before the troll in question rushed their way forward from an unstable bleacher bench. Ruf, out of breath and nearly gasping; not from exertion, mind you, but from excitement, twirled around Latula, his wings flapping erratically. The two were completely alone in the run-down skate park, with Rufioh completely content to cheer on his distant friend from the sidelines as she practiced some new moves.
In hindsight, they really weren’t the most impressive moves, but, to an inexperienced audience, it was captivating. She seemed out of breath, and thoroughly strained, but surging with pride.
In his exuberance, he wrapped a single arm loosely around Tula’s shoulders, squeezing her tightly to their side, minding her board. With a gleeful fist pump, he gladly brought the teal blood into an embrace, pulling back only to plant a kiss to the top of her head, near her hairline. Really, the kiss could barely be classified as one, as their laughter was contagious, and their smile was more teeth than anything.
“I can’t believe you said about losin’ your touch, doll... what bull! That was wicked.”