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Sucre is someone the decaying troll openly values greatly. Not only is she one of the only people to feel comfortable enough to not only touch him but even play with his hair, she has quickly grown to become his best friend. Any chance he gets to see her, he will happily take.
He wishes he saw the quirky, white woman more frequently, but he assumes she has he own schedule and does not wish to intrude too much. Though, in the back of his thoughts, he has begun growing more and more curious of her origin. He has even contemplated following her home some day.