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so an fyi on why i havent replied to anyone in a few days
i am uber sick rn and like can barely move more than three feet away from my bed
ive been like this for a week and am just now getting to see a doctor on monday so i hope yall understand and I appreciate you being patient with me ;;
¥ Zautul, Give me a kiss
Zautul blushes brightly before getting a large step ladder and going up to the top level and gives a quick kiss to Saraba’s lips before coming down and runing away blushing.
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Zautul pulled herself out of the river’s fast current and onto the riverbank. She began to dry her hair out and stand by the bank to wait for her dress to follow suit. After a while she felt that he didn’t look like a fish out of water and she began to look around her surroundings and when she was down she nodded to herself and began to run along the river bank, following the current north. She almost missed the troll that was walking along the river bank, and in shyness she immediately slowed her speed and looked down at the water.
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Darrvi twiddled his fingers against the glass panes on the candy display cases. He came to this shop often, mostly because his moirail was absolutely in love with the place. Where else could you buy custom-made, practically Russian Roulette inspired candy? Darrvi hadn’t actually tried any of the sweets Cherie had to offer (because he was terrified of catching one of the deadly spicy pieces mixed in with the others), but he had no doubt that they were fantastic.
The other reason he came... well, that was Cherie herself. She was just about his age, a little shorter than himself, and she was cute to boot, too. Darrvi watched her as she checked out another customer. He’d sensed a small inkling of attraction on her part for a while. Finally, he’d decided to act on it. Darrvi took a deep breath as the customer ahead of him slid to the side to make room for him at the register.
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“Ah well, I suppose i’m just wondering what a thing so nearing perfection would be doing in this terrible place. You’re a jadeblood, there are more fitting establishments for your station than this one, you stick out almost as badly as I do.” he brushed the hair a ittle with his finger. “How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Tosuke.”
Paatni eased up on her stiff demeanor and wondered, just for a second, if he was really complimenting her appearance or if instead he was complimenting her bloodcaste. She gave him a weary look. “Paatni,” she said.
Was he, a purpleblood of all people, really so lax on her jade blood? “Where should I be, then? The caverns? My hive? If it makes you feel any better, I was just going to grab my food and be on my way.”
Order up!
Yawn, another day another dollar, right? Wasn’t that how this was suppose to play out. You work and you get money? Somehow the rustblood felt like he was being cheated somehow, despite coming here each damn day to make money. Perhaps it was because his boss was such a creep, or more so that the customers, all highbloods were even worse.
Fixing his vest Eimest straightened his tie and clocked in, the restaurant he worked at wouldn’t tolerate him being late, and he wouldn’t tolerate losing his job, so he came in fifteen minutes early most days. striding into the kitchen where most of the waiters and waitresses waited and chatted til opening, Eimest leaned back and listened to the mindless gossip. His deep maroon eyes wandering around the clean kitchen. Where was their new cook? Wasn’t there suppose to be one after Stuffy had quit in a fit of rage over some weird salad that wasn’t even on the menu?
Taking his tray, the tall thin troll leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes, hey if the new chef didn’t show up that just meant they couldn’t open today and he could go home with pay. It worked out alright for him man.
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This was absolutely terrifying.
Fidias read so many great reviews on the new running app Zombies, Run! Of course, with comments like “Without this app I would have never beaten my record time!” and “This app really got me moving!” and, even better, “I was so sore the next night!” he had no logical reason not to try it out. Was it working? Yes. Were his racing heart, gasping lungs and clammy hands worth the results? Not at all.
He continued to jog down the sidewalk and rounded a corner, the “zombies” just feet behind him now. He was running so hard that, with the chilly evening air blowing straight into his face, he could feel his eyes watering. Down the sidewalk, Fidias could see another troll also out for a run, though a much less... exhilarating one. He was so caught up in the background noise from the app that it didn’t occur to him how desperate and petrified he must have looked to the stranger down the road.
Why not just retcon everything? Not everything is worth stressing over yo
cause that’s such a waste of so much character development and starting all over just... feels like a waste....
not to mention she plays a part in a few trolls stories too so shit would get all mixed up and weird, especially if i wanna reunite them
