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Krosix tilted his head gently to the side. He could just barely hear the little cerulean’s bloodpusher jump, beat just a little bit faster. Where it anyone else, he would acknowledge that jump as fear. But he knew better. And could feel the pity welling up inside himself and making his expression soften just a tad bit.
Carefully, he lifted a hand and wiped away the bit of blood from where Eidiya bit his lip. “Carreful.” He rumbled, voice rough as always, sounding more like a purr than an actual word.
He raised an eyebrow at the cerulean’s words. Had he really never been to his hive? A moment went into his thought process, then he was kneeling just a bit and lifting Eidiya with one arm under his knees. It was easy enough. Krosix was a big troll, and Eidiya was….pretty small. Of course, most trolls were small compared to Kro.
“You wannt a tourr?”
A tour. Yes, that sounded good. He settled his head comfortably against Krosix’s chest without hitting him with the sharp tips of his horns, eyes softening. Ah, this was lovely.
“Yes. Please show me everything,” Eidiya breathed, slender hands resting on the other’s shoulders. Up here, suspended two feet higher than he typically stood, he felt like he could see everything. He stared down at the plants and smiled; a nasty little smirk of superiority over these snapping and drooling flowers.
Yes, he was bigger than them now.
“Take me wherever you think is best, I’m here for the ride.” He stretched his legs out over his matesprit’s powerful arms, “I think I might need to be carried, my legs are so weak and I’m so pitiful.”


















