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Your name is ELWURD and it's definitely time that you fill the tank of your DUBIOUSLY FUNCTIONAL VAN up with gas again, lest you get stranded before you head for the woods. You're with 4 other trolls who have roped you into their little group camping trip where you'll probably get your face eaten off by a honeybeast or something of equal violence all because none of them have a car, nor can they drive.
Their names are FOLYKL, KUPRUM, CHIXIE, FOZZER, and CHARUN.
The two hot girls who are tagging along may have been the reason for you not accepting to go on the trip with complete disdain. You’re all for anything if there are hot girls; that’s pretty much your entire price.
Everyone is loudly speaking in the back about their dumb loser interests like flora and the completely deplorable shit they say in Cull of Duty lobbies. You just keep your eyes on the road and turn the music up.
Honestly, you would have felt better about the ride if Folykl and Kuprum got their own ride to the cabin. You're fine with being with Folykl in well ventilated areas—she's hot enough for you to ignore that she smells like shit most of the time—but in an enclosed space is genuinely your worst daymare come true.
A few minutes after you had begun tuning everyone out, it gets loud enough that you have to smack the back of the seat and yell at everyone to shut the fuck up in such a way akin to a Lusus screeching at a wriggler. God, you just wish that the ride was over and you were at the campsite. Luckily enough, you get to the gas station quickly enough so that you can stand, stretch, get some food, smoke a cigarette, and get out of that awful smelling car. You’re the first person to step out; Kuprum and Folykl come next, Kuprum leading her as she wraps her hands around his arm.
Folykl elbows your side, smiling that wide-toothed grin. “Pay for my stuff?” she says, before you flick the back of her head and Kuprum pulls her along and just tells her that they’ll shoplift.
Your name is KUPRUM MAXLOL. Currently, you’re taking your moirail, FOLYKL DARANE, into a gas station to get a few snacks for the ride up to the campsite you’re going to stay at with an assortment of people you kind of know.
You’d rather be back at your hive being a total dickhead to random assholes you’ve found across all sorts of platforms, but Folykl wanted to get out for once in her life, so you’ve reluctantly tagged along. She can’t be far from you for that long, anyways.
She’s latched tightly on your arm, her unkempt nails digging into your skin. She does this a lot and you’re choosing to ignore it like the angel you are since she doesn’t enjoy going into stores. She’s given you reasons, but they’re all by your definition bullshit.
You lead her to the chip aisle and read whatever bag she picks up and tells you to. She shoves it under her loose sweater and smiles at you. Her awful posture is pretty good at hiding things if she puts anything in the band of her sweatpants. The only thing the two of you actually end up spending money on is a new vape. You only buy it because it’s behind the counter. The two of you leave surprisingly without issue since you get caught fairly often because Folykl is loud as hell and has no idea how to whisper.
You help her step into the van, holding her hand as she pulls her knee up and ends up just crawling in, and you hop back in behind her. She pulls the things she stole out from under her sweater and hands you what you picked out and sits on her knees. Elwurd sighs heavily as she gets into the car, muttering something about how she wished the two of you got your own ride. You raise a hand and Folykl just slowly pushes it down so you don’t cause a scene.
Plus, one of the girls she’s juggling would definitely go looking for her after a while if you killed her.
For the lasting duration of the ride, Folykl has her head resting on your lap while everyone else makes conversation as you pet her hair like a barkbeast.