Another BEAAAAUTIFUL night! Frendo stretched his arms up as far as he could, little hands grasping up at the big ol' moons, like he might be able to just tiptoe himself tall enough to pluck them from the sky. He gave a little squeaky groan of pleasure as his muscles stretched, and giggled as Rightdad nudged his side, poking playfully at the orangeblood's ticklish spot.
"Sttttooooop," he laughed, waving a hand at his lusus, who gave a chortling hyena laugh in response, before nudging the little troll again playfully. Frendo laughed, louder then the last, and tried to fend off his caretakers as Leftdad joined in on the Frendo-tickling festivities.
The night was filled with the sounds of his laughter, and it danced through the trees as Laughdads continued to heckle and tickle their charge, who was now rolling on the ground in an attempt to get away. Once he managed to escape their cold, wet noses, the dirt-crusted orangeblood squealed and ran, crying out with laughter as his lusus gave chase.
It was because of this fun filled game of improv tag that Frendo came upon the clearing where another orangeblood was seated. The little boy stopped hard in his tracks, eying the other troll up. His eyes quickly found focus on the hat in her hands. What was she doing?
"HEYA!" he called out, jogging up with a friendly wave, Laughdads lollygagging behind him, carefree and panting from their run through the trees, "Whaaatcha doin' der?" Oh Frendo, one day he would learn some tact, and maybe the meaning of personal space, but for now he quickly encroached upon the other troll, nonchalantly invading her space and what privacy she may have hoped for.
Gl!tch
LEMME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY! also, ill colorcode his text later
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