The moment he hears those words, his throat tightens up. Please, not another Redglare, he doesn't know if he can deal with that right now.
"I wouldn't say I'm a follower, not exactly." He makes himself meet the other troll's eyes, bright red to brown, twisting the ring nervously with his other hand in a gesture that's now second-nature.
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"I wouldn't say I'm a follower, not exactly." He makes himself meet the other troll's eyes, bright red to brown, twisting the ring nervously with his other hand in a gesture that's now second-nature.