And suddenly you’re smiling again. Still a little sniffly and teary, but smiling nonetheless, and give the troll a hug.
“You’re so niceeeee~ thankyou~ I…”
You pause, letting yourself hiccup one more due to the crying and intoxication before continuing, “I wish you were my lushuuuuush, cause gauraurmomma will get all bitchy’ n suuuuch…”
You are absofuckinglutely ridiculous.
This is ridiculous. This is BEYOND ridiculous. But you can’t give up! That isn’t very nice at all to give up in the middle of things! So you continue to hug and shooshpap the troll; petting her hair in the process. “Don’t, um, think about that, not for, uh, not for now, okay? You’re uh, I’ll—I’ll go with you and uh, explain the situation when the time uh, comes, alright?” Poor babbuuu.
You suddenly pout and start whining again. However, your voice is getting more and more quiet as you get more and more sleepy.
“Nooo, I’m not a wriggleeeerrr….”
Again, you cuddle closer and swing your legs over the older troll’s lap, latching on like…well, a wriggler.
“I—” now you yawn, and nuzzle into his chest, “I cuh…I can handle iiit…..”
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogClumsily you crawl up and plop down on the couch next to your kind host, snuggling up closer than you probably should to this nice stranger.
“I-I, um, I feel dizzy, and nothing is beautiful and -hic- everything hurts and”
god you don’t even know what you’re blabbering about anymore.
“‘n my lusus, she’ll get mad, n’-hic- scold me and I, won’t be able to go out and party anymore, and and ‘n…”
You lost your train of thought and continue to sniffle miserably for no real reason.
You give a half-sigh and wrap your arms around the girl, giving her a nice snuggle. “Shhhh. Only uh, hugs now.” You murmur and kiss the top of her head; for some reason—you feel inclined to act motherly to this strange troll. Maybe it’s her horns; they look a LOT like yours only not really. Or maybe it’s because she’s such a poor little thing, maybe it’s because she reminds you a little of yourself.
You’ll never know why you want to protect her though, because you leave it at ‘just because I want to’.
You hiccup and whimper, hiding your face in the older troll’s shoulder (mindful of the horns, of course) and latch on to his shirt.
“I -hic- don’t even know why I’m sad and—” again, you hiccup and swallow, reminding yourself that breathing is kind of important before you continue your drunken rambling, “‘m sorry for being such a trouble n’ such to a shtranger ‘n wehhhh….”
You rub her back and huggle the heck outa this little cutie. “Really, um, I don’t—I’m not mad, please don’t be upset okay, that’s probably just the uh, alcohol talking anyways.” You kiss her temple next and give her a snuggle.
And suddenly you’re smiling again. Still a little sniffly and teary, but smiling nonetheless, and give the troll a hug.
“You’re so niceeeee~ thankyou~ I…”
You pause, letting yourself hiccup one more due to the crying and intoxication before continuing, “I wish you were my lushuuuuush, cause gauraurmomma will get all bitchy’ n suuuuch…”
You are absofuckinglutely ridiculous.
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogClumsily you crawl up and plop down on the couch next to your kind host, snuggling up closer than you probably should to this nice stranger.
“I-I, um, I feel dizzy, and nothing is beautiful and -hic- everything hurts and”
god you don’t even know what you’re blabbering about anymore.
“‘n my lusus, she’ll get mad, n’-hic- scold me and I, won’t be able to go out and party anymore, and and ‘n…”
You lost your train of thought and continue to sniffle miserably for no real reason.
You give a half-sigh and wrap your arms around the girl, giving her a nice snuggle. “Shhhh. Only uh, hugs now.” You murmur and kiss the top of her head; for some reason—you feel inclined to act motherly to this strange troll. Maybe it’s her horns; they look a LOT like yours only not really. Or maybe it’s because she’s such a poor little thing, maybe it’s because she reminds you a little of yourself.
You’ll never know why you want to protect her though, because you leave it at ‘just because I want to’.
You hiccup and whimper, hiding your face in the older troll’s shoulder (mindful of the horns, of course) and latch on to his shirt.
“I -hic- don’t even know why I’m sad and—” again, you hiccup and swallow, reminding yourself that breathing is kind of important before you continue your drunken rambling, “‘m sorry for being such a trouble n’ such to a shtranger ‘n wehhhh….”
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogYou pout and roll over, now flopping on your back. “Nooooooo………”
Your cheeks are flushed a bright caramel color, warm to your touch when you place your hands on your face and continue to whine. “I’m causing e-enough trouble as iiiishhh…..”
You’re not listeniiiiing. She’ll sleep on that bed and she’ll like it, darnit! Or uh, not, you’re okay with that too. You go to work making the couch look comfortable. Soon enough; you’re laying there with SNICKERS on your lap, your hands petting the puppy gently, your eyelids drooping a little.
You let out a whine and whimper and roll over and around and oh—stomach doing flips.
Stumbling onto your feet you wander around clumsily to find the bathroom. Conveniently you find it in the dark due to pure luck,and proceed to bend over the sink and Bluhhhhhh.
After washing out the foul taste from your mouth and take a drink of water from the sink, you stumble….over to the couch instead of the bed, and flop down on the floor near it.
“Weh….”
Sniffle. Whine.
You are an emotional drunk. Have fun.
Oh. Uh. Okay. She’s obviously not going anywhere, so you sit up and pat the couch. You two can at least hug all her sads out, right?? Hugging works wonders on sad people! Or uh, at least, it does when you’re sad. Yeah. Hugs are amazing when you’re sad.
“Come here, come uh, sit. And tell me what’s um, wrong? Please, uh, I’m okay with it if you don’t want to but um, I think you should.”
Clumsily you crawl up and plop down on the couch next to your kind host, snuggling up closer than you probably should to this nice stranger.
“I-I, um, I feel dizzy, and nothing is beautiful and -hic- everything hurts and”
god you don’t even know what you’re blabbering about anymore.
“‘n my lusus, she’ll get mad, n’-hic- scold me and I, won’t be able to go out and party anymore, and and ‘n…”
You lost your train of thought and continue to sniffle miserably for no real reason.
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogYou pout and roll over, now flopping on your back. “Nooooooo………”
Your cheeks are flushed a bright caramel color, warm to your touch when you place your hands on your face and continue to whine. “I’m causing e-enough trouble as iiiishhh…..”
You’re not listeniiiiing. She’ll sleep on that bed and she’ll like it, darnit! Or uh, not, you’re okay with that too. You go to work making the couch look comfortable. Soon enough; you’re laying there with SNICKERS on your lap, your hands petting the puppy gently, your eyelids drooping a little.
You let out a whine and whimper and roll over and around and oh—stomach doing flips.
Stumbling onto your feet you wander around clumsily to find the bathroom. Conveniently you find it in the dark due to pure luck,and proceed to bend over the sink and Bluhhhhhh.
After washing out the foul taste from your mouth and take a drink of water from the sink, you stumble….over to the couch instead of the bed, and flop down on the floor near it.
“Weh….”
Sniffle. Whine.
You are an emotional drunk. Have fun.
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblog“Ehh? Nono, it’sfine….”
You mumble a quiet thank you and stumblr over to the bed, flopping face-down on it anyways.
“You can,u mm….I…….”
Your drunken words are muffled due to your face being on the bedsheets, and your braids fall limply at your sides along with your arms and legs. You are pretty much, halfassedly planking on Tavros’ bed.
“I can, sleep on the floor, if ish okayyy…”
“I uh, I insist.”
Without another word, you pull a blanket over the poor dear and make sure she’s nice and comfy before grabbing an extra, clicking the light off, and heading back to the LIVING ROOM. You’ll interrogate her about things in the MORNING you suppose.
You pout and roll over, now flopping on your back. “Nooooooo………”
Your cheeks are flushed a bright caramel color, warm to your touch when you place your hands on your face and continue to whine. “I’m causing e-enough trouble as iiiishhh…..”
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblog“Umm…….”
You want to explain what just happened in that bar-whatever it was place, but you’re not entirely sure yourself. You had seen the drink be served, and you tried not to leave it unattended…
“w-well, I assume, um, they messed up my order, hehe~” you try to brush it off.
“Nice to meetchu, Tavrus….”
Yaawn. Lean. Jeez, you heard him say it correctly and yet you still said the name wrong….. but again you forget this easily, his arm wrapping around your waist to support your body and you take small steps along with the nice male troll.
“m’fine though, I just,” yawn, “need to rest…….”
You walk and listen and soon enough, you can see the door to your HIVEPARTMENT building looming on the horizon. …She was at a bar—okay, that explains everything—and they messed up her order? Poor baby! Soon enough you bring her through the doors. You decide to let her stay on your BED—you’ll sleep on the couch. Yeah.
“Here, uh, you can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the um, couch!”
“Ehh? Nono, it’sfine….”
You mumble a quiet thank you and stumblr over to the bed, flopping face-down on it anyways.
“You can,u mm….I…….”
Your drunken words are muffled due to your face being on the bedsheets, and your braids fall limply at your sides along with your arms and legs. You are pretty much, halfassedly planking on Tavros’ bed.
“I can, sleep on the floor, if ish okayyy…”
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogWith the little furry creature eagerly trying to lick you, you can’t help but laugh and crouch, leaning in to nuzzle the widdle itty bitty puppy’s nose. In a fit of childish giggles, you wobble on your feet and oh—
You fell back on your butt. Ow. But the loss of your balance even seems hilarious to you right now and you burst into another fit of drunken giggles.
“O-oh, um,” you start responding, finally, to the kind gentletroll in front of you “I, I guess, I shoulda known my orange juice tasted—hehe—weird~!”
God, for someone who had their drink spiked with some sort of alcohol, you are oddly cheerful.
“Aha, thank you—” you yawn.
“I’m Kar….karovaa—”
Sleepily, you even begin to trip over your words as you try to stand up again. Fuck..
“K-karova—that’s me, yep— a-and I’m sleepy and ohgod everything is funny and Can I crash at your place please—”
Your drunken rambling makes no sense, even to you, as you stumblr closer to the other troll and end up leaning on him quite pathetically. Your naivety got you drunk now, so all you can do is hope to troll jesus that your naivety won’t get you in a bad situation….
Oh geez WHAT? She got her drink spiked? Your WORRY meter gets closer to the top, growing ever closer to MAXIMUM WORRY. Ohmygodohmygodokayshe’sleaningonyouDON’TPANIC. You gulp and blush profusely, gently wrapping an arm around her waist to help support the poor girl. Karkovaa? Or was it just one a? Either way, you think it’s a pretty name. Uh, right, help.
“I don’t um, I don’t even want to uhh, begin to fathom why your drink was spiked, but uh yes, you can um, stay in my hivepartment, I mean um, that’s fine with me, uh, oh geez, um, I’m Tavros…”
Now that THAT business is settled, you start leading the drunken troll along, slowly, and oh so softly. You don’t want her to TRIP and FALL or something, and alongside you two walks SNICKERS, ever unaware.
“Umm…….”
You want to explain what just happened in that bar-whatever it was place, but you’re not entirely sure yourself. You had seen the drink be served, and you tried not to leave it unattended…
“w-well, I assume, um, they messed up my order, hehe~” you try to brush it off.
“Nice to meetchu, Tavrus….”
Yaawn. Lean. Jeez, you heard him say it correctly and yet you still said the name wrong….. but again you forget this easily, his arm wrapping around your waist to support your body and you take small steps along with the nice male troll.
“m’fine though, I just,” yawn, “need to rest…….”
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblog“Uhh…excuse me, um, is someone there?”
You perk your head up, curious. Who is even out this late? The sun’s going to rise soon….
Clumsily you raise a hand and wave, even as they may not be as far as you think they are.
“Heeeeey— I’m someone!”
Your words stumble out of your lips. Welp. You suppose your drink was spiked after all! You hear a growling, along with the foreign voice and now your curiosity is piqued. You walk towards the little puppy creature and coo at it.
“D’awwww~”
Okay, so, it’s a girl. And said girl looks intoxicated. Your WORRY meter increases greatly. Snickers’ tail wags and he tries to lick the girl’s face, thinking that she’s a BRAND NEW FRIEND OH BOY. Since the dog isn’t concerned however; neither are you. Well, you’re not concerned that she’s Foe anymore, but you are worried that she’ll end up being taken advantage of or worse, killed. You bite your lip before asking,
“Someone, uh, okay, um, are you alright because uhh, well, you look kind of well, um, drunk? Uhh, and you’re alone too, oh geez, this uh, this isn’t good. Do you um, need a place to stay or something, I uh, I don’t want you getting hurt. Or uh, yeah, hurt.”
This is already really awkward, isn’t it.
With the little furry creature eagerly trying to lick you, you can’t help but laugh and crouch, leaning in to nuzzle the widdle itty bitty puppy’s nose. In a fit of childish giggles, you wobble on your feet and oh—
You fell back on your butt. Ow. But the loss of your balance even seems hilarious to you right now and you burst into another fit of drunken giggles.
“O-oh, um,” you start responding, finally, to the kind gentletroll in front of you “I, I guess, I shoulda known my orange juice tasted—hehe—weird~!”
God, for someone who had their drink spiked with some sort of alcohol, you are oddly cheerful.
“Aha, thank you—” you yawn.
“I’m Kar….karovaa—”
Sleepily, you even begin to trip over your words as you try to stand up again. Fuck..
“K-karova—that’s me, yep— a-and I’m sleepy and ohgod everything is funny and Can I crash at your place please—”
Your drunken rambling makes no sense, even to you, as you stumblr closer to the other troll and end up leaning on him quite pathetically. Your naivety got you drunk now, so all you can do is hope to troll jesus that your naivety won’t get you in a bad situation….
posted 1 year ago - 22 notes - reblogYou’ve been walking around the city for a bit, and it’s been a fairly long night.
You’re sleepy, but you’re so far from your hivestem, it’s kinda irritating. Grumbling, you lean your back on the wall. There must have been something in your drink, maybe. Heh.
But that’d be silly. Especially since if that were the case you’d be passing out a lot earlier.
For now, all you can do is try to find your way home from…whichever part of this massive lawnring you’re in and find your hivestem—
“….Oh.”
It’s….
not the city. Just how far did you absentmindedly wander off?
You yawn and look around. If you can at least find a place to crash for the day, you can make it back home the next night…
((woah this sucks balls oops))
You’re out for WHATEVER reason (probably walking Snickers; the puppy is so spoiled), and you’re enjoying the cool night air and the stars. You didn’t expect to see anyone on the skirts of town, so naturally when Snickers stills and stares ahead, you stop too, spotting a figure. What? You see HORNS, so it’s a Troll…you tense nonetheless.
Are they friend or foe? You tilt your head and let your curiosity get the best of you. Dangit. You have to get that under control.
“Uhh…excuse me, um, is someone there?”
Wow that was a dumb question. Of course there’s someone there, you can SEE them. Smooth move, Nitram. Smooth. Snickers growls a little as you wait for the answer, a bit nervous and a heck of a lot more curious.
“Uhh…excuse me, um, is someone there?”
You perk your head up, curious. Who is even out this late? The sun’s going to rise soon….
Clumsily you raise a hand and wave, even as they may not be as far as you think they are.
“Heeeeey— I’m someone!”
Your words stumble out of your lips. Welp. You suppose your drink was spiked after all! You hear a growling, along with the foreign voice and now your curiosity is piqued. You walk towards the little puppy creature and coo at it.
“D’awwww~”
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