The small troll's head snapped up at the sound of a door opening, usually, this wouldn't have been such a 'big deal' but after you've been locked up in a dark room, not hearing a thing, not seeing the light. The slightest noise was like the loudest of thunder cracks. The small troll in question was Mituna Captor. He had no idea how he got in this situation. In fact, all he remembered was walking back to his hive one day before waking up in this room. Of course at first he had screamed and shouted and other things but it was all in vain.
He sat up from his position on the floor to see none other than Kurloz Makara, his Moirail, looming over him with a smirk placed upon those stitched lips of his. Relief washed over Mituna at the sight of his Moirail. "T-Thank Gog Kurloz, Did you beat the Ttthon of a bitch that locked me down here?!" he said with a toothy grin. This made Kurloz frown as he signed to his moirail 'That's not something you should call your moirail.' At first Mituna was confused by this message but then understood, even with his brain fried, he still had some sense left.
"Why would you put me down here of all people? I watth expecting CronuTtttTh to have done thitthhh thort of thing.." Mituna mumbled, This made a chuckle emerge from Kurloz's throat, though it barely escaped past his stitched lips. He signed a message that confused Mituna even more. 'Well, I have some business with you.' It was accompanied by a smile from the purple blooded troll.
Mituna watched as Kurloz moved closer and removed his helmet, allowing his hair to fall down in front of his multi-coloured eyes, one was pale red, almost white an effect from his little 'incident', while the other was a deep blue with a purple twinge to it. Kurloz revealed a needle and string in his hands, and kneeled down, so he was just above Mituna. He signed with one hand while he held his equipment in the other. 'You need to be still for this to turn out right, okay?' Mituna only nodded, he trusted his moirail perhaps a little too much…
Mituna stayed perfectly still until the needle in Kurloz's hand pierced through the edge of his mouth, causing him to jerk away from Kurloz violently and attempt to kick him away while yelling all sorts of curses. Kurloz shook his head while signing. 'You were supposed to be still' he said. Suddenly Mituna found himself pinned against the wall by Kurloz's body and his head being forced up.
He looked up into Kurloz's blank eyes as he brought the needle to its previous position, yellow blood leaked out from the wound and dripped down his chin as he tried to yell at Kurloz to stop. But the mime jut ignored it and continued stitching his moirails lips slowly, stretching it out as long as possible.
When the older troll had finished his job his hands were covered in Mituna's yellow blood, as was Mituna's chin and mouth, there were tears streaming down the little Captor's cheeks as he stared at his moirail, his eyes said it all. 'Why?' There was a flash of regret and guilt in Kurloz' eyes for a short while but then it was gone. He stood and left his 'moirail' to sob a smile on his face the whole time. But not before signing to him 'I am going to miss that adorable little lisp'