Chapter 2
Your name is Kankri Vantas and gog is this class boring. Sorry, gog is like an inside joke at your house. Your mom can be weird sometimes. She calls exclamation points "shout poles". And she licks things. All the time. Your parents might be divorced, but they are still pretty close. Your mom licks your dad's face, how close do you have to be to allow that? You are pretty sure your dad still loves your mom, but he's a busy troll and he wouldn't have been able to pay as much attention to her as he would have liked.
Oh, back to the topic of class. You pass a note to Mituna because you have the same class with him. All the lowbloods have classes together and all of the highbloods have classes with each other. You sigh when you watch Mr. Nitram move around the front of the classroom, stammering and stuttering as much as he usually does. He's a great teacher! Don't get you wrong! But he just kind of... has anxiety. You can understand since he is one of the lowest bloods in the room, next to his son and Damara. When they start speaking in whatever Damara speaks, he points a lance at them... How weird is that? A lot of the adults are weird. You take the note back from Mituna who passed it back up as an origami bird flapping its wings with his psiionics. You catch it in the air quickly before sees it. You open it up and see what he wrote and write back.
gregariousConciliator [GC] began trolling claustrophobicTwins [CT].
GC: Hey. What are y9u d9ing?
CT: iim dr4wiiIVg. i kIVow 4ll the 2hiit IViitr4m ii2 te4chiiIVg.
GC: What are you drawing?
CT: AC2 wiiIVg2.
GC: Again?
CT: theyre re4lly fuIV two dr4w!
GC: Well I guess it's n9t all that bad, c9nsidering y9u've drawn TA's tail m9re than a few times.
CT: or her e4r2.
GC: 9r her ears. 6ut hey. I really like y9ur drawings, s9 wh9 am I t9 judge what y9u draw.
CT: ye4h, th4t2 riight, GC. go cr4wl b4ck iiIVtwo your 2hell liike the cr4b you 4re.
GC: Hey! I was 9nly raised by a crab!
CT: 4IVd you 4ct liike oIVe two.
GC: I d9 n9t!
CT: 2hut up 4IVd t4ke iit liike 4 troll!
GC: Shut up and st9p calling me a crab!
CA: hey, i can hear you two motherfuckers from all the way over here. stop yelling.
CT: were IVot yelliiIVg, C4. or... 4t le42t IVot out loud.
CA: i know, but your thoughts are interfering with my learning.
CT: hey, GC. C4 24y2 we 2hould 2top yelliiIVg our thought2.
GC: I can read, y9u cripple.
CT: iim IVot 4 criipple. iif 4nyone ii2 4 criipple, it2 TC.
GC: l9l, yeah.
You fist bump your friend, gaining the attention of your teacher.
: wHAT ARE, Uh,,, ARE YOU TWO FIST BUMPING FOR?
MITUNA: ii ju2t got the problem riight, 2iir.
: bUT, uH,,, wELL,,, wE'RE LEARNING ABOUT THE TROLLIAN BODY, MITUNA.
MITUNA: ii know. 4IVd ii fiixed my problem by lookiiIVg 4t your IViice 422, 4m.
: oH,,,,,,,, dEAR,,,,,,,,
RUFIOH: bro, don't be h1tt1n on my dad.
MITUNA: theIV 2top hiitiIVg oIV DM.
DAMARA: *彼女の手で彼女の顔を置きます*
MITUNA: ii doIV't eveIV kIVow wh4t youre t4lkiiIVg 4bout.
PORRIM: It's no+t like we can understand much o+f what yo+u say either, Mituna.
MITUNA: 2hut up, PM2.
PORRIM: I do+n't think it's 2 in the afterno+o+n, Mituna.
MITUNA: 2HUT UP!
DAMARA: *静かに失笑*
MEULIN: (=^ω^=) h33h33h33 i like the way you are so adorapurrl!
DAMARA: ありがとう。あなたは自分自身非常に美しいです。
MEULIN: (=^･^=) oh meow goodness! you sure know how to furlatter a girl.
DAMARA: 私はあなたが幸運であることを知っていることを願っています。
MEULIN: (=^･ｪ･^=) why would you say that?
RUFIOH: cuz she l1kes my company... a1n't that r1ght, babe?
DAMARA: 私はあなたと一緒にいるのが大好き。
RUFIOH: 1 l1ke be1ng w1th you too, babe.
MITUNA: 2top h1tt1IVg on DM.
RUFIOH: why? you flushed for her or someth1ng?
You notice Mituna's face become completely grub sauce-colored. He's definitely flushed.
MITUNA: IVo! iit2 more liike 2he2 my IVoIVgeIVetiic 2i2ter.
MITUNA: iim IVot flu2hed... 4IVd ii h4ve my piink fiilled...
MITUNA: ii thiiIVk ii ju2t love her eIVough two m4ke 2ure 2he doe2IVt get hurt.
MITUNA: 4IVd ii doIVt w4IVt her two get hurt...
MITUNA: 4IVd ii kIVow th4t youre goiing two hurt her.
Rufioh glared at him, then gave Mituna the finger, before continuing to take notes.
Mituna just gave him the finger first and blasted his music in his head phones.
: mITUNA,,, i, i REALLY DON'T THINK YOUR,,, YOUR,,, YOUR HEADPHONES ARE A BIT TOO, LOUD?
Mituna just flipped him the bird as well, before turning his grub-pod up a few more notches.
You just nod to to give him assurance that you would write down notes for Mituna and show them to him later and understood, not saying anything else on the subject and continuing on about the conciliatory orbs in a trolls reproductive system.