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-You laugh loudly, holding your chest when he tells you what had caused it, picking up the important details. It was sound enough, a stupid gesture though. Shaking your head you clap him on the shoulder.- it is a GOOD START BOY
Damn right it was.
This troll's company was already enjoyable, even if his greeting was a tug at your stitches. He appeared to be friendly, at least towards you, but that's all that mattered.
-You sit down from him crosslegged now, quite interested in the little troll. Granted he could not speak, he still had much to say so it would seem. You could recognize most of the hand gestures he was making which made things much easier in terms of communication.- WHY? was it for a CEREMONY wriggler.
Shaking your head, you signal the message across that you honked loud enough to induce trauma and subsequently punished yourself.
In hindsight, it was hilarious, but at the time, your reasoning was sound.
-You pull your hands from his stitching. His nonchalant attitude alluding to the face he may have done it himself. Kneeling down to the boy you offer him a wicked grin and hold your claws to your face and make the zig zag along your lips.- YOU did that MOTHER FUCKER? takes STONES for such an ACT
With a grin and a zip across your lips, you nod in agreement. Who else could've done it?
-You look down at the smaller troll. He looked like your wriggler, he fucking LOOKED LIKE A SMALLER YOU. Reaching forward you give a tug on the stitches that adorned his mouth.- you must have FUCKED UP early LITTLE ONE
Merely shaking your head and punching your fist, you warn him against tugging at the stitches.
It kind of hurt, and you definitely didn't approve. Although he looked familiar...
✖ ((and i've completely forgotten every;thing i've sent you haha))
((Something I hate:
I try not to use the word hate with any seriousness for a lot of things, but one thing I can undeniably say I fucking despise is 50 Shades of Grey.))
//You watch his head like a cat, eyes gleaming, but he grabs it before you can. Fuck, he's learning.// do I look like I FUCKING CARE? //you lift a brow curiously//
Buggy backs away a bit, sighing. "FINE. But it'll take a while, okay? Can I have my legs back so I can go get the food? I can't leave my feet too far behind me..."
//You stared back at him unblinking for as long as he stared at you, you could easily sit there all day.// bring me EVERYTHING that you HAVE
"EVERYTHING??" Buggy's head popped off from surprise, but he quickly grabbed it and stuck it back on. "I can't give you everything, then what will my crew eat?"
//You growl at him and in retaliation, you grab his leg pulling his lower half away from his upper, sitting firmly upon it.// then you don't get THIS BACK CHOP CHOP
Buggy should have seen that one coming, honestly. He stared at the highblood for a few long moments before finally conceding. "All right, all right, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you, sheesh..."
