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yo, sup dogg!

th4nks for th3 follow 4nd 4ll th4t h3ll4 sh1tz!!

n4m3s l4tul4 but you c4n c4ll m3 tulz

Not much in the way of hapz over here! I'm talking to people. That's basically what I do.

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hello and welcome two my blog ii’m 2ollux pal captor and ii’d apologiize for the lack of qualiity lately but ii’m an a22hole 2o tough 2hiit.

D —> I apologize for the delay in response

D —> I’m doing well

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Wh9 are y9u n9t supp9sed to 6e talking to? D9 y9u mean me?

I have a trollian handle, actually, but it seems a little silly to use it to convert everything on here. My numbers are broken. The half of the keyboard they're on stick and it makes everything difficult.

i was getting restless since i weren’t allowed to see kurloz any.

I JUST WANTED TO SEE HIM AND MAKE SURE HE WAS BEING OKAY MYSELF.

it’s because i’m the motherfucking jinx.

BAD SHIT WILL ALWAYS HAPPEN TO THEM WHO I’M CLOSE TO.

haha, ohhhh shit.

Still, if they want to decide to risk it to be close to you, then that's their decision. You can't make it for them. 

Greetings, I type, and then realize that sounds kind of silly, but just silly enough that I don’t want to erase it.

KURLOZ MAKARA. 

THEY’RE AROUND THE SIZE OF BARKFIEND LUSII CURRENTLY. MEDIUM-SIZED ONES, ANYWAYS. THEY EAT A LOT OF FISH. I DUNNO ABOUT DOUGHNUT’S DONORS, BUT SPARTA’S WERE RIDICULOUSLY LARGE, RATHER LIKE THE DRAGON LUSII ON ALTERNIA.

That's interesting, if a little weird. I don't know if I'd want to meet other versions of myself. What if I didn't end up liking me?

I can't believe you named a dangerous beast Doughnut. It's wonderful.

"Depends upon the situation what gets to be considered important, whether individual or a group," you say, frowning a little. Well, shit. Guess you answered him anyway. That’s weird. "Coming down to a motherfucking arbiter of humor, such as the situation is to call for present, decision all belongs to me." You can’t frown for too long with him grinning like that. He’s just… grinning at you. Smiling and sharing his shitty jokes and chatting as if you two were the greatest friends in all of Alternia rather than two trolls who just met, hardly showing the tiniest bit of concern for his damn life.

You’re almost impressed.

You aren’t surprised to hear that he hadn’t considered complacency within the highbloods at how they got their power. Without having it you suppose he couldn’t fathom the rush. “Spoke to you earlier of bloodlust, did I up and motherfucking not? Act as though ‘subjugation’ is not the root of position mine’s title.” You sigh at him and shake your head again, run your tongue over one of your fangs. “Will to take anything to keep our own places, lives motherfuckin’ included. You surely have noticed. Would to willingly, gladly drown our own selves in warmer bloods if it all meant our positions would be kept as they are.”

You shudder and grin a little at the image that stirs in your pan (coated in colors and laughing hysterics, swallowing liters of blood and choking on the stolen lives of those beneath you, respiration sacks filling with motherfucking paint, yes) before you manage to settle yourself back down. You really should kill him. Really should. End it here before he gets himself caught by someone who won’t allow him a quick death or any sort of dignity towards his corpse, end it before the Empress discovers him and spears him on her goddamn fork, before his little mass of followers begins to rise up and before crushing them under boot as you give a command to an executioner. You unfortunately can not accurately picture his blood on your hands. The urge to find out swells in you again. It would be so easy. One quick strike and it would be yours, the knowledge of that fever heat and why his body burns so hot, and you’re willing to collect any color paint you ever can. But you don’t, and you aren’t sure what’s stopping you exactly, and you’re so deep in thought over puzzling through his potential colors and what it might take to cause his skin to feel so nearly like a dying fire that you hardly register him writing something down.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the press of his hand into yours, and you snap back to attention with a reflex growl in your throat just as he pulls away from you. There’s a scrawled note in your palm. Presumptuous ass. You read over the coordinates and look back to him before chuckling again. “Could to have sworn I got all insinuating that you’re a dead motherfucker should I to be seeing you again, nothing to speak of you touching me as if we were well acquainted true.” But he invited you anyway, even went so far as to say he wanted to talk more, hear what you think. You puzzle over it a moment before tucking the paper into a pocket. “Trust me, ah? May to be up and regrettin’ all that.”

He moves on, and you don't quite breathe a sigh of relief.

"A-actually, yo-your highness, you in-insin-insinuated that I m-might be d-dead if you saw me a-again, maybe. I don't th-think it was d-declared m-mandatory." You shrug, aware this is a very stupid sort of gambling. "I-I'm taking a ch-chance." 

The interactions that come after that are through the haze of mounting adrenaline, but there's one thing that remains true; he lets you go. He leaves at the end without promising anything, but he lets you go, and you might just see him next time. You won't know until you get there.

You stumble out from around the corner after he's vanished, and make a beeline straight for Rosa, who checks you over like she's worried you're missing some digits.

God, she's going to be pissed when she finds out what you did.

Weeks later and you're waiting, wondering if you'll catch sight of his curlycue horns above the crowd this time, and if so, if that'll mean death or a silent listener. Rosa's been wringing her hands, and you try to keep your smile reassuring instead of ever so slightly devious. 

No, honestly, I am inclined to trust you. But I'd feel bad since I really can't pay you for the help.