⚠️This is a tkl fic, scroll if that’s not for you⚠️
⚠️teeny tiny spoilers for Trolls 3 band together⚠️
In the bunker, laid box upon box of branch’s things, neatly sealed and pushed to the side. Poppy had been helping him move out all day. He found him self a little surprised at his excitement to move into a pod. He’d been ready to move in with poppy for a while, he’d just never really known anything except for his bunker. The only thing that hadn’t been made ready for transport was the contents of his bedroom. A small, faded, brozone poster adorned his wall. Although nothing had been boxed up, the room was still pretty barren only consisting of a full size bed, a dresser, and a nightstand where Gary would rest. He and Poppy were taking a break from all the moving, cuddling on his bed under a gray, weighted blanket. He shifted his back against the mattress,
“You, ok?” Poppy asked, worrying he was uncomfortable.
“I’m alright, might have overdone it a little with the lifting though”, he chuckled in response. Poppy rolled her eyes playfully
“Might have been the gallons of spit” she remarked, “What are we even gonna do with those?” she questioned, now looking up at him. He thought for a moment,
“Well I figure, we’ll turn this place into an emergency shelter, you can never have too many rations”, he replied.
“Ah yes, I know we’re starving down here, but thank troll we have someone else’s year old saliva”, Poppy quipped, earning her a flat look from the gray troll above her.
“Ohhh yes you’re right, something to eat. Why didn’t I think of that?” He said sarcastically, feigning a facepalm. “Oh wait, good news, there’s something right HERE” he pounced, nibbling gently into her neck, earning him an orchestra of giggles and squirms. Poppy made a half-hearted attempt at an escape only to find the blanket had weighed her down. “Uh-uh-uh, no main course is complete without RIBS” he exclaimed wiggling his fingers into each of her ribs making her squeal with delight, curling herself into a ball. He knew she tired easily, so he eased up on the speed, just enough to leave her giddy. He couldn’t help but feel himself melt at the sight of her scrunched up nose and reddened ears. He rubbed the ghost tickles away, but kept a soft arm around her, watching as she drifted to sleep. Maybe living in a pod wouldn’t be so bad after all….
