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Another day, another cuddlesack!

Frossa was drawn to the loud, flashy booth like a moth. She was rather enjoying this style of music- what was it exactly? Emiola would know- she'd have to ask later.

It was the blueblood's energy that made her stay, though. She wiggled her eyebrows back at Mulewo- generated randomly, huh? Wasn't that the fancy jadeblooded-rainbowdrinker lady, Vrykol? (Frossa thought fondly about how she kept the potion entrusted to her for herself.) If there was something she could appreciate, it was a healthily cultivated sense of narcissism. Pointing to the one obviously portraying the booth's owner, Frossa batted her eyelashes. "Clearly this mysterious stranger is the cutest~! Why would you even need to vote on it?"



Mulewo then thrust the book of photographs at her. Frossa blinked and turned through the pages slowly, mostly uninterested. That was- until the blueblood mentioned entering trolls.

"Ooh! Oooh~! I can submit other pictures?"

Well, Alifax wouldn't care. And even if he did, too bad! Frossa would love the chance to own a cuddlesack version of her almost-moirail. He was pretty great, so everyone else would too. She could dress it up and everything- and it'd be just about as responsive as Actual Alifax. But would anyone else realistically vote for it? Her mouth drew into a tight line. Would Sarcel-what-were-you-doing-in-the-ablution-block-with-my-Alifax-huh-Sincel? Enquiring minds needed to know. She had a picture of him in her pocket- well, the two of them, printed on the NFL buisness cards. The costumes weren't that wild. Decision made.

Making her way back to the booth, Elidae quickly voted again for the same troll she voted for the previous day. If she could get the orangeblood to win, she would definitely have buy the second cuddlesack. Options were great!



She turned to leave, but- "Eh? What's this?" It seemed like they were looking for a new troll to put on one of the cuddlesacks. Elidae blinked as Mulewo pushed the book of pictures in front of her, urging her to have a look. It felt sort of... wrong. But Elidae turned the pages, flipping through the strange images with wide eyes. Then, a horrified gasp. Was that...? No! But it was. Putting her face closer to the grainy photo, she could recognize those markings anywhere. She didn't turn the page. Biting her lip, a bright yellow flush heated her cheeks as she looked up from the page, but then looked back down. To be frank, she felt a bit embarrassed about even considering it. A churn in her bilesack had her questioning herself. She would probably want to get one, but it wasn't... like... she liked him that way... or did she? After their outing on Busthind, she did feel a spark, but... what about him?

As if a piercing alarm went off, Elidae sprung with energy, completely disregarding her previous thought. He was cute! Lots of trolls would love to have one of him, right? Right? He would be a good suggestion for, you know, the general masses! Or was that totally weird? It was probably totally weird, but Elidae forced herself to have her convinced otherwise.

“Haha! Oh my goodness!” Ganyma found the little gerbil comparison hilarious. He leaned in close to look at the gerbil. “He’s a little long to be me, I think. But I’ll take it!” Ganyma put his hands on his hips.

“Now you’ve got a little piece of me to carry around. Little gerbil me. One of my friends actually named her gerbil after me, and that’s a fact! Guess I’m a pretty popular guy.” He stuck his tongue out good-naturedly. Afterwards he turned to see the rest of the booth. Well, that was interesting! He didn’t recognize anyone on the cuddlesacks (except for the lady leading the booth of course). Were they celebrities? Was that a rainbow drinker? Is this what kids these days were into?

Ganyma realized he was only a couple sweeps from being “the youth” himself and scratched his head. He must have been out of touch. “Surprised there’s no ALG cuddlesacks here! That’d be good for, uh, wrestlin’ practice.” He noted. Ganyma did also not really understand the purpose of the cuddlesacks.

With a scratch of his head, Ganyma considered his options. “Gosh, I don’t know. Personally I’m not quite sure why they gotta be so half-clothed, but I guess I’m one to talk about that. Ahahahuh.” Frankly the producers preferred him to wear fewer layers in his ring outfits – but he was assured that was to show off his incredible powers! That, of course, made sense to him.

“I guess it’d be funny to have one of my buddy Rasali, so I could watch movies with it,” Ganyma laughed. “I haven’t seen her in a real long time, so… Maybe that’d be nice to have around.” He bit his lip and sighed.

“I don’t get cuddlin’ with nothin’ anyway, I’d rather do that with a person instead, ya know?”

“Ah! It’s okay.” Ganyma waved off Sinter’s concern. He fiddled with the capsule in his hand in the meantime and the smile grew back onto his features.

“That’s too bad! I’m pretty round-y, I guess. Rasali beats me on that, though. My lusus is not great for anything but fighting… So I guess I’m well rounded!” He paused. “Well rounded! Ha!”

Ganyma wrapped his arm around Sinter and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m thinkin’ we’re blockin’ this capsule machine now. Do you wanna head somewhere else?”

Micillia
ImaginationsParadise
Unaru
quite uneventful
blackbird cake


--all new breakthrough stars added to the poll