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Mituna's skin is physically buzzing from his excitement. Abaddon could feel it from across the table. It grew more with each passing second. Each passing bite of dinner finished. Hairs rose on the back of his neck and he swore there was a small spark every time he reached for his fork again. Even the air was electric.
He had no clue what the little honey blood had planned tonight, but it certainly made him curious.
"You're such a slow eater," Mituna complained. "You would think a troll of your size would eat like stupid fast or something. Y'know because you're all big and burn up a lot of calories. So you need to eat a lot and would be inclined to eat a lot faster to intake more calories quicker."
"We'll what's the rush, my little motherfucking miracle? We ain't got nowhere to be tonight. No energy to be spent on nothing. Only thing is your little surprise you wanted to show me later."
"Exactly! I have something I want to show you! And I can't show you until I have your absolutely undivided attention. So I wish you would hurry up and only pay attention to me!"
He hummed thoughtfully. Was it really so important? Of course it was. It was Mituna, after all. The honey blood usually didn't mind bursting in on whatever the highblood was doing to tell or show him something before heading off again. Even if it meant only a fraction of attention for the moment. His undivided attention…
"You could have it right now."
"Absolutely not," he lisped. "You're eating dinner and you'll think of eating dinner while I show you and thus I won't truly have your undivided attention because you'll also be thinking of your dinner! I want you to only look at me and only think of me."
His face flushed with purple. Did Mituna want to…? No, that couldn't be it. Although the idea was certainly appealing. It wasn't one of the things he got so twisted about. He was blunt about that type of stuff. But then why else would he want his attention so bad? He couldn't wrap his head around it. Which wasn't an unusual thing when he was around Mituna. The smaller troll had this way about his thinkpan that at times seemed completely random. Part of his charm, Abaddon would tell himself. His appeal.
"Gross gross gross! Not like that! You're a disgusting pervert, Abby!"
"You're buzzing with electricity tonight, 'tuna. Can you really blame me when you're so motherfucking fine and a motherfucker gets all hopeful?"
"Yes I can! And I certainly will too. You try to show off a cool trick you've been practicing for weeks just one time to your matesprit and he thinks he's gonna get some." He puffed out his cheeks. He even crossed his arms over his chest for dramatic effect. Still, he wasn't really mad. If he was he wouldn't be sitting at the dinner table still. "Maybe I should just tell you about it instead of being all cool and showing you."
Sounds fantastic either way, he thought. It had his blood pusher leaping up his chitinous windhole like a hop screecher.
"Well, I was going to show you this cool trick I learned where you put the sugar fluff sphere into your pointed bone harbor and then launch it out. Then you catch the sugar fluff sphere in your pointed bone harbor again."
He chuckled at first, but soon it turned into full on rumbling laughter. That's it? That's the big thing Mituna wanted to show him? The thing that absolutely needed his full undivided attention? He looked back to the honey blood who looked even less pleased than before. He's full on glaring at him. If Abaddon wasn't already cold blooded, that look would undoubtedly make his blood run cold.
"We're in a fight now, Abaddon. I hope you know that," the smaller troll hissed as he got up from his seat.
He followed him out into the hall. "No we're not, 'tuna muffin."
"Yes we are. A big huge fight. It'll make history and wrigglers will come out of their mother grub knowing the horrific story already. It's that huge, but of course you wouldn't notice since your attention is so divided."
He can hear him giggling under his breath. The sharp pointed edge of a red heart wiggles its way deeper under his skin. As if it hasn't pierced through him already and sewed an unbreakable knot with its deceptively tender threads.
"Is that motherfucking so?"
"It is! It's so super true, actually. I've never been more truthful in my life. Except for the time when I told you I only let myself get arrested so I could have a chance to be in your castle in front of you without being killed or being killed for trespassing."
"I still remember when you told me that. One of the boldest motherfucking moves I've ever seen and I've had motherfuckers try to kill me before. You were still all tied up at your wrists. Couldn't stop thinking about you afterward. The little low blood that got away."
He turns on his heel to face the much larger troll. "And that's why you hunted me down like a starving troll for a hopbeast he thought he saw in the underbrush after I managed to escape you and your guards?"
"Damn fucking straight. Pulled a fucking miracle in these castle walls like it was nothing."
There's a pause of silence between them as they stand there in the hall. Mituna is definitely lost. He doesn't recognize a thing. Maybe he should have taken a left instead of a right? Whatever it all loops around. He shakes his head to get it to stop wandering to other thoughts.
"And that's why I managed to get your undivided attention?"
Abaddon stands in stunned silence as Mituna breaks out into a wide grin. He can't believe he fell for it. Hook line and sinker.
"Now that I do, I think I'll show you my little trick. Since it's,like, super better to see the thing than to hear about, y'know? Just one of those things."
"If you were anyone else I would have culled you for that."
"I know, but you won't."
"We're in a fight, Mituna."
Abaddon Makara is unbearably red for Mituna Captor.