He feels Sam's hand before he realises for his ownself what he's doing. That bit of warmth prying careful so he don't bring out no indigo bleed. He finds his hand lifting away as Sam's does, and he watches from behind it all, until his hand is up out of the way and his eyes are darting down and his long ears are folding down and back, looking more goatish than ever, and turning that faint bit purple. He can feel the cool rush in his face, just behind his paint.
The Initiate's starting to think as maybe he knows the other reason why trolls don't have these things, all of support and connection and motherfucking nicety. Or maybe it's just being Sam. Goddamn humans. The gesture is touching, it really motherfucking is. But he knows better than to be all about this. He knows and he knows he needs Kankri, the Signless, all the more.
"YOU-" He makes clear on his voice. "You work there? REALLY? Shit, bro." That's awesome, he thinks. That's something miraculous. "AND THEM WHAT'S LIKE ME IS IN THE FAMILY AND..." He needs to get a goddamn handle on himself is what.
"I know a motherfucker what would like you," He says, all on small epiphany. "THE SIGNLESS, MY MOIRAIL. He's the one motherfucker what is being from my time. SORT OF. He's just a few sweeps afterways so he's looking older than me. BUT WE KNEW EACH OTHER YOUNG. He's sort of being opposite of me. WOUND UP ENEMIES FOR A WHILE, ME AND HIM. Him and motherfucking me. WAS THE SORT OF MOTHERFUCKER WHAT I WAS CHARGED ON HUNTING THE FUCK DOWN." A rebel. Someone who wished the empire to fall. What he wants to point out to Sam, but can't so much here without throwing Signless on under stampeding hooves. "Preacher like me. PEACE PREACHER. Had a lot of people listening to him." A movement. "EVEN ME, WAY BACK BEFORE IT ALL GOT FUCKED UP. But you seem like the kinda person what he would like. WHAT YOU DO SEEMS ON THE SORT A LOT MY KIND COULD'VE USED. In a good way, I mean." Not the traditional Alternian way.
... fuck, he's fallen far if he's gone at to thinking how that movement could've gone anywhere but the flogging juts.
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The Initiate's starting to think as maybe he knows the other reason why trolls don't have these things, all of support and connection and motherfucking nicety. Or maybe it's just being Sam. Goddamn humans. The gesture is touching, it really motherfucking is. But he knows better than to be all about this. He knows and he knows he needs Kankri, the Signless, all the more.
"YOU-" He makes clear on his voice. "You work there? REALLY? Shit, bro." That's awesome, he thinks. That's something miraculous. "AND THEM WHAT'S LIKE ME IS IN THE FAMILY AND..." He needs to get a goddamn handle on himself is what.
"I know a motherfucker what would like you," He says, all on small epiphany. "THE SIGNLESS, MY MOIRAIL. He's the one motherfucker what is being from my time. SORT OF. He's just a few sweeps afterways so he's looking older than me. BUT WE KNEW EACH OTHER YOUNG. He's sort of being opposite of me. WOUND UP ENEMIES FOR A WHILE, ME AND HIM. Him and motherfucking me. WAS THE SORT OF MOTHERFUCKER WHAT I WAS CHARGED ON HUNTING THE FUCK DOWN." A rebel. Someone who wished the empire to fall. What he wants to point out to Sam, but can't so much here without throwing Signless on under stampeding hooves. "Preacher like me. PEACE PREACHER. Had a lot of people listening to him." A movement. "EVEN ME, WAY BACK BEFORE IT ALL GOT FUCKED UP. But you seem like the kinda person what he would like. WHAT YOU DO SEEMS ON THE SORT A LOT MY KIND COULD'VE USED. In a good way, I mean." Not the traditional Alternian way.
... fuck, he's fallen far if he's gone at to thinking how that movement could've gone anywhere but the flogging juts.