Menvra growled and glared at little Nyixan. He was being forced to grub sit for a while, and he was loathing it entirely.
"You're not cute." He sneered, nose crinkled slightly. "You just think you are, ya shitsta-"
The grub squeaked and smiled up at him, not understanding a word as he slowly crawled up the troll's arm.
"Hey, what the fuck are ya doin' ya mutated little shit?" The Heir had watched him, hands balling into fists.
Wow, Menvra.
Nyixan cooed softly and nuzzled into his neck, lightly papping his cheek with his little leg. He was already shoosh papping the giant douche. Lovely.
"...Stop it." He scowled, blinking in slight surprise. Though the young seadweller grub didn't stop shoosh papping the other; giggling and cooing.
This situation was just so adorable- Not like the troll would admit it-
"...Tch...I guess your kinda cute..."
