--- This is a world where humans and trolls live together but still have a little bit of the hemospectrum-prejudice going on. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Thank you---
You are laying on your couch reading lemons on Deviant Art and your moirale/friend, Eridan, isn’t bothering you for once; life is good.
“Move your glub’n feet.” Eridan mutters as he moves your feet off the couch and sits down
Never mind, life is adequate.
“Okay, I’ll move them.” You immediately press a bare foot against his face.
“Cod Damn It!” he shoves your foot away only to have the other foot press against his face.
Once this mature battle ends, your feet are in the seadweller’s lap as he flips through the TV channels. He pauses for a moment on a soap-opera but glances your way and changes to a History Channel show about an old war somewhere. Just as you get to the juicy part of your lemon Eridan starts talking.