[Kurloz on the other hand wasn't feeling very confident about the possibility of having a grub. trolls were not meant to take care of grubs, let alone someone like him. Kurloz had been born as a ruler of darkness and chaos and has spent most of his life on his own, waiting for his luses to come back. He didn’t know the first thing about caring for a wiggler.]
[But perhaps it's that side that causes him to open his heart a little. If what the note said was true, then they where this wrigglers only hope of survival and her only guardians. Even though he was practically abandoned his goat dad still came back once in a while to help him out, he wasn’t about to abandon the little thing. And besides, it might be fun having a little troll to play with.]
[The purple blood tilts his head and watches closely as she pulls the grub from the basket, taking it from her so she can focus on the child in her arms. Huh, he supposes a cerulean made sense if this was really their child. He can't help but smile a little as the baby snuggled up into the female troll, they looked so perfect together, right even. But he wasn’t about to say anything because that might be a connotation that Porrim was made for the caverns and blah blah blah, he tried to avoid anything that sparked her feminist side. ]
[He blinks, so she is a girl, and looks moves over to get a better look. His eyes light up at the horns, a perfect combination of his swirling rack with small, sharp hooked ends like Porrim’s. But he also noticed the grub’s hair which was long and slightly messy due to having inherited the Makara waves and random curls. But combined with the Maryam’s control it looked less messy and more of a fashion statement.]
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[But perhaps it's that side that causes him to open his heart a little. If what the note said was true, then they where this wrigglers only hope of survival and her only guardians. Even though he was practically abandoned his goat dad still came back once in a while to help him out, he wasn’t about to abandon the little thing. And besides, it might be fun having a little troll to play with.]
[The purple blood tilts his head and watches closely as she pulls the grub from the basket, taking it from her so she can focus on the child in her arms. Huh, he supposes a cerulean made sense if this was really their child. He can't help but smile a little as the baby snuggled up into the female troll, they looked so perfect together, right even. But he wasn’t about to say anything because that might be a connotation that Porrim was made for the caverns and blah blah blah, he tried to avoid anything that sparked her feminist side. ]
[He blinks, so she is a girl, and looks moves over to get a better look. His eyes light up at the horns, a perfect combination of his swirling rack with small, sharp hooked ends like Porrim’s. But he also noticed the grub’s hair which was long and slightly messy due to having inherited the Makara waves and random curls. But combined with the Maryam’s control it looked less messy and more of a fashion statement.]