「(^・x・^)」◄ Hushed whispers behind hands or shot toward others in secret where she couldn’t read lips, unnerving glances like daggers thrown her way all serve to frighten the troll. She isn’t aware of what is happening, she couldn’t hear it nor had she been made aware any televisions were on and broadcasting.
She tries to stay positive per usual, but the looks aren’t good and send chills up her spine as she hurries toward home. The one thing she wonders is: “WHY ARE ALL THE CUTE HUMANS LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT???”











