#whiton

when you finally find someone who also wants to talk about monsters and aliens.  red boi belongs to: @sillytrollsandfun

Someone come love and plot with my wendigo child pretty please?

 You know th-ometimeth I think that Im not th-ocial enough. But then Ill th-ee th-ome th-tupid th-it online and be reminded why i live in the middle of nowhere in the wood-th.

[From Whiton 4:00pm]: Az. Hey Az. Lith-ten I knwo you're alway-th really intere-thed in cryptid-th and th-tuff. I wa-th thinking about it a lil bit. Do you think theyre aware of each other if they exi-th-t? [From Whiton 4:03pm]: Not in a weird weekly meeting kinda way but like...like i think theyd be lonely if they dont have th-ome kind of contact and that th-hit it depre-th-ing. [From Whiton 4:10pm]: I dont know if i could handle that. Being alone like that. I gue-th if it-th all you know that-th different? But it wa-th all i knew for a looooong while and everything i-th a million time-th better when you're around and im not alone anymore. So I just feel bad that they dont like....have their own Az. right?

> It had been a quiet day, the dull noise from the cheesey horror movie playing in the living room. You’d invited Azaric over to hang out, your previous night having been pretty bad honestly.  > While you wait on the popcorn rotating in the microwave, you catch a reflection of yourself out of the corner of your eye. You look over, brow furrowing a little as you bring slim fingers up to touch the heavy scarring around the side of your mouth. The part that was missing.  > You’re so lost in thought and the past, that you dont hear the red blooded troll pad out of the living room, catching you just staring hauntedly into the window reflection.  >Warm arms startle you out of your trance, purple eyes widening and your heart jumping as you look to the taller troll who has snared you in his arms.  Oh...uh....hey...th-orry. I th-paced out.... > He offers you a warm smile, bringing his own hand up to cup your jaw in his hands. Out of reflex your grab his wrist, keeping him from touching the scars. He leans forward rubbing his nose against yours and catching you completely off guard.  A...Az?  > Something settles your nerves in his eyes and slowly you return the smile, resting your forehead against his and letting him hold your face gently.  Thank-th....

🍯: How they feel about pailing (for fun and during material contribution season)     Fun: He quite enjoys physical touch and pailing, but after the death of his previous pail pal, he shys away from anything more than kissing right now.     contribution: He’s pretty numb to it. He’s mastered the art of just emotionally/mentally checking out if he’s uncomfortable.(i.e. being with someone he doesnt trust/like)  🎁: What kinds of gifts they like to give their quadmates       Movies and snacks. He would meticulously hunt for any flicks that he thought they’d enjoy.  🎮: What their favorite thing to do with their quadrants is      Movie nights with pillow forts and popcorn. holding hands the whole time. 

 > You slowly lean back into your seat, frowning a little and watching apprehensively as the movie progressed. > Horror movies you could handle but this shit? You hated drawn out plots. You were beside yourself in irritation with the plot that relied on miscommunication alone. You pout a little, taking a deep breath and crossing your arms.   Thi-th ith th-tupid. Why do we have to watch thi-th one? > You turn your head a little, resting your forehead on the trolls shoulder to avoid the second hand embarrassment you were currently suffering from.