The chain goes back on to being part of Mituna's bony frame, hanging from his neck. He leaves his arms to rest on his moirail's shoulders, bringing one hand up to hold the back of his head.
He looks sadly at Mituna. All the work he'd done, all their training; they'll have to start over, he knows, no matter how well he was able to accommodate the muscle all worn away last time. He pities this troll so much.
"BROTHER," He starts. "YOU LOOK ALL LIKE SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT." A smile almost cracks across his face, but ends up turning out more of a frown so he gives up trying with it and instead presses a kiss to Mituna's forehead. "All gonna be like to making this motherfucking right. A BROTHER CAN DO BETTER THIS TIME. He'll order more all of that honey toast what all you like. OR ANYTHING ELSE. Can get start up on... ablutions... WE CAN MAKE TO WORK OUT EVERY MOTHERFUCKING THING. You won't hold for no hurts what can be helped."
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He looks sadly at Mituna. All the work he'd done, all their training; they'll have to start over, he knows, no matter how well he was able to accommodate the muscle all worn away last time. He pities this troll so much.
"BROTHER," He starts. "YOU LOOK ALL LIKE SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT." A smile almost cracks across his face, but ends up turning out more of a frown so he gives up trying with it and instead presses a kiss to Mituna's forehead. "All gonna be like to making this motherfucking right. A BROTHER CAN DO BETTER THIS TIME. He'll order more all of that honey toast what all you like. OR ANYTHING ELSE. Can get start up on... ablutions... WE CAN MAKE TO WORK OUT EVERY MOTHERFUCKING THING. You won't hold for no hurts what can be helped."