â ď¸This is a tkl fic, scroll if thatâs not for youâ ď¸
â ď¸teeny tiny spoilers for Trolls 3 band togetherâ ď¸
In the bunker, laid box upon box of branchâs things, neatly sealed and pushed to the side. Poppy had been helping him move out all day. He found him self a little surprised at his excitement to move into a pod. Heâd been ready to move in with poppy for a while, heâd just never really known anything except for his bunker. The only thing that hadnât been made ready for transport was the contents of his bedroom. A small, faded, brozone poster adorned his wall. Although nothing had been boxed up, the room was still pretty barren only consisting of a full size bed, a dresser, and a nightstand where Gary would rest. He and Poppy were taking a break from all the moving, cuddling on his bed under a gray, weighted blanket. He shifted his back against the mattress,
âYou, ok?â Poppy asked, worrying he was uncomfortable.
âIâm alright, might have overdone it a little with the lifting thoughâ, he chuckled in response. Poppy rolled her eyes playfully
âMight have been the gallons of spitâ she remarked, âWhat are we even gonna do with those?â she questioned, now looking up at him. He thought for a moment,
âWell I figure, weâll turn this place into an emergency shelter, you can never have too many rationsâ, he replied.
âAh yes, I know weâre starving down here, but thank troll we have someone elseâs year old salivaâ, Poppy quipped, earning her a flat look from the gray troll above her.
âOhhh yes youâre right, something to eat. Why didnât I think of that?â He said sarcastically, feigning a facepalm. âOh wait, good news, thereâs something right HEREâ he pounced, nibbling gently into her neck, earning him an orchestra of giggles and squirms. Poppy made a half-hearted attempt at an escape only to find the blanket had weighed her down. âUh-uh-uh, no main course is complete without RIBSâ he exclaimed wiggling his fingers into each of her ribs making her squeal with delight, curling herself into a ball. He knew she tired easily, so he eased up on the speed, just enough to leave her giddy. He couldnât help but feel himself melt at the sight of her scrunched up nose and reddened ears. He rubbed the ghost tickles away, but kept a soft arm around her, watching as she drifted to sleep. Maybe living in a pod wouldnât be so bad after allâŚ.
