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[feralfanatic]

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[feralfanatic]

[There is no sign of breaking of the cuddle from the Disciple camp. A 12% increase in snuggling, however, does happen as she nuzzles against him playfully.]

Well then I shall strive to be even more blessed, above even what I previously thought possible.

[She was not even sure if she was making any sense at this point, and she could not really bring herself to care.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh dear, I suppose I really cannot beat that, can I?

[feralfanatic]

Nope. It is unbeatable, I am afraid. I will not stop you from trying, however.

[aim_exorable]

May I simply hug you instead?

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple makes a show of pondering sagely, even stopping to stroke an imagined beard.]

The most blessed... says yes.

[Disciple laughs, and with that she curls up closer to him, enabling the hug.]

[aim_exorable]

[He gives a deep rumbling chuckle, curling around her much smaller body.]

Is that your new title now?

[feralfanatic]

No. I think I will stick with the one I have.

[She laughs.]

Or I might possibly try... Hugsciple.

[Squeeze.]

[aim_exorable]

Now you're just being ridiculous.

[feralfanatic]

Yes. Yes I am. Mostly because I am in quite a good mood. You sort of have that effect on me.

[She knows Darkleer cannot hug her as hard as he might want. Such is the perils of super-strength. So she does her best to hug him as tightly as she can. She might be slightly stronger then the average troll, because of her time in the wilds, but it is nothing compared to the might of her moirail.]

Oh! You can be Cuddleer!

No?

[aim_exorable]

[Just a moment of silent judgmental staring.]

[feralfanatic]

No it is then.

Very well.

[She presses herself against his chest.]

...cuddleer...

[aim_exorable]

No.

[feralfanatic]

Okay, Gizmo, you win. The name is dead and gone. Lost to the sands of time. Forgotten in the annals of history. Woe to the befallen monicker.

[She certainly could be over-dramatic at times. Especially when cuddled up on her moirail's chest.]

[aim_exorable]

[Just... a tap of her nose, doing his best so that he doesn't do something horrible like break her face.]

Foalish. This is extremely foalish.

[feralfanatic]

[Which he does a decent job of pulling off. It does not really hurt, it does startles her a little. She wrinkles her nose in response.]

You booped my nose.

[aim_exorable]

Yes.

...It didn't cause any harm, did it?

[feralfanatic]

No! I am fine. I am unhurt! It is just... you booped my nose!

[aim_exorable]

...Yes?

[He is so confused and maybe a little dumb]

[feralfanatic]

You booped my nose![Another statement, really Disciple. This time she at least elaborates.]

You were not too scared of hurting me![She hugs tightly against him. He often let his strength handicap his affections, but he felt comfortable enough to boop her nose, she felt it was a big deal.]

[aim_exorable]

Ah, well, I... [He flounders a bit as she hugs him, not sure what to do.]

I thought... Just wanted to make you happy..

[feralfanatic]

Well, you did!

[Nuzzle, snuggle. Him getting more comfortable around her was nothing but a good thing, at least in her book.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh. Then, good.

[He deals with her nuzzlings well enough, but keeps to himself. Such a success, he doesn't want to ruin it by moving somehow in a wrong way.]

[feralfanatic]

Yes. It makes me happy to know you are growing more comfortable. I may be small, compared to most, but I am still a troll, we are a tough people.

[She giggles and makes a show of flexing one of her wiry arms.]