5/23/2025, 12:47 AM
Miserable - the girl whined to an unperturbed Trygve. She was rude but her venom broke up the monotony instantly. He scoffed at her sarcasm, flicking his ear like a fly had buzzed too close by.
She was bored, apparently, and Trygve gave a considering hum and an agreeing nod in response. Boredom sounded way better than loneliness. He'd stick with that. And I just found out my family are fucking traitors.
His ears pricked, wandering two-toned gaze snapping back onto her sharp features and ruby eyes. Betrayal didn't form in tears at the corners of her eyes - but she was out here, not home. And he was out here, alone. Not too dissimilar, after all. Trygve fought the urge to wrinkle his nose at the idea.
Alright, that sucks.He conceded.
What'd they do?Because he wasn't so prideful as to not admit he was dying to know.
She asked about food, Trygve answered with an unbothered huff.
I can catch something.He offered; he didn't consider withholding the offer, still unused to not having someone around he felt important to try to provide for.
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