“Someone is messaging me?” Xefros asked, this time to be met with a positive huff that meant ‘yes’. “There’s another troll trying to break in!?!” Xefros exclaimed. Xefros’ lusus pointed again, this time towards Xefros’ room. “They’d probably make me sick and then I’d be hungrier.” I won’t eat your treats.” Xefros laughed. Don’t worry though, I won’t eat your treats! Unless…” Xefros thought for a moment but he could feel the eyes of his lusus staring him down. The lusus gave a happy huff before poking his head towards the thermal hull. “Heya buddy, how are you?” Xefros asked, scruffing the lusus’ face. Nevertheless, Xefros was happy to see his lusus and walked over to them. Ok, it was more like a very slow head poke considering that it was a sloth and giving it any more credit felt like a stretch. Oh how much torture can a poor troll take? No snacks, no nothing! As Xefros lamented on the lack of junk food to eat, his lusus popped in through the doorway. It had been three hours since he had eaten the last bag of chips. Much to Xefros’ disappointment, no magical food appeared inside to satiate his burning hunger. Maybe if he repeatedly opened the thermal hull, some kind of grub would materialize.
Stepping into the extremely clean hallway (despite the mess in his room, Xefros kept everything else as spotless as possible) and down into the mealblock. Xefros could’ve spent hours watching the city of Thrashthrust and all the moving lights of trolls living their lives. Why his moirail doesn’t just cross the street to see him instead of calling, Xefros isn’t quite sure. His name is Xefros Tritoh and his hobbies include making songs punishable by death and consuming food in the middle of the night while on call with his moirail. This is something he does often as he watches the city move outside of his window.
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