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[When the video flickers on, it's set next to one bare grey foot. There's a voice quietly humming, and a shift knocks the SFC to give a better view.

Mituna's sitting on one of the steeper parts of the island's coast, holding a large conch shell to his ear as he hums along to the tune he can hear inside it. He's looking out over the sea, eyes fixed on the horizon, the blustery wind whipping his hair up.

The tide is coming in, just visible in the corner of the video, but if he thinks that's a problem, he's not moving. It's just as likely that he hasn't actually noticed.]

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[Mituna cuddles up to him anyway, sharing his own warmth with the cooler-blooded troll, and nudges the top of his head up under Kurloz's chin. The drop in the wind is appreciated, too.]

How'th thit with you, buddy?

[Kurloz gives a little thumbs up. His dancestor has somehow become dumb as bricks and constantly stoned, but he'll work with that. He's even teaching him signing, it's adorable. He just needs to get them talking religion.

Kurloz shifts to keep from getting poked by Mituna's horns, then taps Mituna's head with his free hand. Where's the helmet?]

[Best of luck with that, Kurloz. If you can teach Mituna signing and get it to stick you can surely teach your spongerotten dancestor.

He shuts one eye at the tapping, and wafts the other troll's hand away from his head.]

Lotht it.

[Not really, he left it behind before he came out, but he can't really remember if he actually did that or not.]

[Kurloz frowns. What a thing for Mituna to lose. Finding another one with the right horn holes will be a pain, considering the humans around here are all hornless.

He tilts his head down toward the section of the beach where Mituna was sitting before- did he leave it there?]

[Mituna shakes his head, then actually thinks about it, becoming quite still while he does so.

After a few moments, he thumbs back in the direction of the elevator. Or, at least, the direction he thinks the elevator is in.]

[Kurloz twists around to look- it's not quite the right way, but it's close enough to it for him to get the idea.]

Want to go look?

[He considers it for a moment, then sighs a little bit. He gives Kurloz a thumbs-up.]

Ok.

[Kurloz nods, then unwraps himself from around Mituna to get to his feet again. Once he's up, he'll casually offer Mituna a hand, if he hasn't started getting up yet.]

[He grabs Kurloz's hand and pulls himself up, wobbling slightly and grabbing onto his arm for balance. Got up a little too fast. Oops.]

[That's what his arm is there for! He waits until Mituna seems steady, then starts ambling along in the direction of the elevator. No reason to go too fast, they can totally watch the ocean! Which is cool. Kind of makes Kurloz think of his lusus.]

[Mituna doesn't remember ever spending much time by the ocean, but he supposes he never had the need to. He looks up at Kurloz while they walk, taps his arm to get his attention, then signs slowly.]

... You ok?

[Kurloz nods, but his pace is dragging, and he isn't exactly looking away from the ocean.

Not like his old goat will be there. Wasn't even around in the dreambubbles. But this is the kind of shoreline he'd show up on.]

[Mituna studies his moirail in silence, walking along beside him, a tiny frown on his face and the corners of his mouth pulled down faintly.

He taps Kurloz's arm again, tugs on it gently, trying to make him stop.]

Liar.

[Kurloz draws to a halt when Mituna tugs his arm, then turns to finally face him. He shrugs.]

can't hide nothing from you, can I, palebro?

[He shakes his head, looking pleased that he caught him out.]

No. Tell me.

Thinking about dad, is all.

[He gestures out to the sea, and the tide still coming in.]

Oh.

[He frowns at the incoming tide, then looks up at the other troll again. Moving to stand in front of him, he clasps both hands around Kurloz's upper arms, and doesn't say anything, just smiles a little bit as he squeezes softly.]

[Kurloz doesn't move or pull away, just stands there, staring down at Mituna. Eventually, he smiles back, then shrugs. Lusii. What can you do, really?]

[The yellowblood shrugs too, and reaches up with one hand, lightly patting Kurloz's cheek. He worries about you, palebro.. in his own way.]

[It's moments like these that have made their relationship stay in a quadrant for so long, instead of devolving into Kurloz simply using his chucklevoodoos to keep Mituna a minion. He is pale as pale for this motherfucker, and all the better that they're making their way together to a beautiful double death.

He leans his face into the hand on his cheek. His paint's probably going to get smudged, but he can deal.]

[It would have been so easy to do that, yet Kurloz never had.

Mituna smiles, strokes his thumb over the angle of the other troll's cheek bone, then paps his fingers lightly against the cool painted skin of his cheek. He makes a soft 'shoosh' sound that's half-impeded by his lisp, then after a small hesitation, wraps his arms around Kurloz in a loose hug.]

[It doesn't take Kurloz long to hug back, and his grip might be just a bit tighter than Mituna's. He accepts the shooshpap with eyes closed. He can't technically get any more shooshed, but he can certainly get more calm.]

[The tighter grip gets a more firm hold in return, and he steps back after a moment.]

It'th fucking cold let'th go.

[Kurloz nods, and steps back- not too far, he's still got to look after his moirail, since the helmet is missing and everything. Then he starts leading the way back toward the elevator again.]

[He trots along beside him, the situation drawing up old flickers of memory that make him falter now and then. He'll look up at Kurloz when that happens, as if he's going to ask him a question, but he never forms the words.]

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