Trendi's face was plastered against the display glass at the counter, fogging it up as he breathed heavily at all of the various sweets. Not the sugar free sweets, oh no.. he wasn't playing around. It was as if the purpleblood had landed in heaven. Slowdad slowly wobbled over to his charge, taking aim to slap at the back of his head. With one good, but slow aim, Trendi could feel a giant sloth hand hit upside his thinkpan.
"Ack! No! Sweets! Good sweets, not bad, sugerless sweets! Those no good!" He whined at his lusus, eyes pleading. It was no use, his lusus pushed his body weight against his charge, pushing him to the sugar free section of the shop. "NOOOoooOOo ..." The purpleblood cried dramatically, falling to the floor. Limp. He had lost all hope. Thinking he would let death was over him, he heard a bell chime, as new people walked into the store.
"Hm?" He eyed the mysterious brownblood, his eyes filling with amazement and wonder. "AH! I can feel again, yes. I can smell fashion." He dashed over to the troll before he could barely get into the store, grabbing his hand... starting to slowly analyze everything about this stranger. Personal space was lost once again.
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