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Sollux stood by the door of his communal hive stem. His hand dug into the pocket of his pants, his fingers curl around his little bee key ring. A gift from Aradia for his wriggling day a few sweeps back. She was a good moirail, at least. The keys jingled in his hand as he fished it out of his pocket.
Suddenly, a loud thump. A low groan. Silence.
Sollux panicked, hunting for the source of the noise. There were no clues to the location. Or, there were, but too quiet to hear. He slowly and quietly treaded across the soft grass, trying to remain quiet. Still silent. He looked around. Nothing. Maybe he imagined it. Another voice of the imminently deceased.
Those thoughts were immediately dispelled when a bush rustled. Shit. Sollux, still being cautious, reached into the bush. He felt an arm? A troll? No, the skin was much too soft and fleshy. Then, what? He carefully pulled the thing out, trying not to cut it with his claws. Really, he could have used his powers, but that might have freaked them out, troll or not. The yellowblood pulled the thing out of the bush completely.
It...it was not a troll. His - he assumed it was male, but did his kind even have genders? - skin was far too pink. His hair was black. His teeth were blunt. And...holy shit. He had red blood. Not just any red. Bright red. Mutant red. Cullable red.
Sollux raised a hand to his mouth. Oh God. What should he have done? Left him there, only to be found and tested on, possibly culled? No. He kneeled down and gently papped his face, then slapped him weakly. No response. He - no, really, was it really male? It could be a she - was out cold. Good. Red and blue energy swirled around his hand, lifting up the mutant, non-troll thing. Sollux walked back to the entrance of the communal hive stem, the thing floating lifelessly behind him. He unlocked the door and walked up the stairs. These were one of those days where he was glad he had psionics to help him out.
Upon arrival in his own small section of the giant stem, Sollux just noticed how messy it was. He was just used to being alone, and never cleaning up. Honey, food packets, plates all scattered around his respiteblock. Maybe he should clean up. ...later. Sollux carefully placed the mutant into his own recuperacoon. He had no idea where else to put it! And, yes, at this point, it would be more appropriate to just call the thing 'it', since it really could be a hermaphrodite. After placing him in the recuperacoon, Sollux went to his husktop. Karkat was on. Good. Fantastic.
--twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
TA: kk.
TA: kk.
TA: kk, you bone bulge.
TA: get your grumpy a22 back on your hu2ktop.
TA: don't make me 2ay iit.
TA: dude.
TA: bro.
TA: homiie.
CG: WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, CAPTOR.
CG: YOU WOULDN'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE.
TA: ye2, and you promii2ed two an2wer when ii'm talkiing two you.
CG: CAN'T A GUY USE THE LOAD GAPER IN PEACE?
TA: thii2 ii2 pretty iimportant.
TA: are you alone?
CG: YEAH.
CG: WHAT IS IT.
TA: you have two promii2e.
TA: you can't tell anyone.
TA: not tz, not gz, hell, not even ed.
TA: got iit?
CG: JUST TELL ME, YOU GIGANTIC
SHITSTAIN ON GOD'S BEST PAIR OF PANTIES.
TA: ...
TA: ii found a mutant? a weiird beiing by my hiive.
CG: WHAT.
TA: ii don't know what he/2he/iit?? ii2.
TA: iit'2 not troll. unle22 iit'2 a 2eriiou2 ca2e of mutatiion.
TA: iit doe2n't have horn2.
TA: iit2 blood ii2 the rede2t ii've ever 2een.
TA: iit'2 not natural.
CG: SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU FOUND SOME ASSHOLE ON THE FLOOR.
TA: iin a bu2h, actually.
CG: WHATEVER.
CG: YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TURN HIM (??) IN.
TA: kk, no.
TA: ii can't do that.
TA: thii2 thiing ii2n't a troll.
TA: are you not getting what they could do two hiim?
TA: they could DE2TROY hiim.
TA: ...
TA: 2hiit.
TA: ii have two go.
TA: oh fuck.
CG: SOLLUX?
--twinArmageddons [TA] gave up trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --