You have to be really careful in the shower - mostly because of him, though you don't want to hurt any more than you already do, either. You stand closest to the stream of water nonetheless - sure, he's literally a fish troll, but you don't want to hurt him. Being in water would probably do him some good (you mentally add 'swimming' to your list of possible dates), but not burning hot water shooting straight at his injuries. Especially his gills. Hell, most of those don't even look like gills anymore, more like cuts regularly leaking blood.
If he wasn't already dead, you would be seriously worried right now.
He doesn't seem too worried, like he's used to it, which sort of pisses you off, but if you take what he said into consideration, you already tried to fucking annihilate the mime troll, and failed miserably. So, unless the two of you go after him together, you're probably not going to get anything accomplished. God damn it, how the hell did he get into your head?
You can research it, maybe - and by research, you mean talk to some of the other trolls, try and find out what his deal is. The cat one, maybe, you've seen her around him.
This is looking to be one of your legendary infinite showers, and he's standing patiently in the shower right in front of you, just sort of looking at you. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and focus on him instead. He's a nice distraction, especially when the two of you are in the shower together, so close that if you leaned down a little bit you could kiss him. And you do, one arm wrapped loosely around his waist as to not hurt him and the other stroking his hair. He whines, deep in his throat, and presses himself against you.
He squeaks, involuntarily, and you can tell that it's hurting him. You pull away, letting the water wash over you quickly and stepping out. "Hey," he objects. "I wasn't done yet."
"Don't hurt yourself just because you want sex," you say, drying off your hair with a towel. "I mean, sure, I'm fucking hot, but doesn't mean you have to keep trying to go at it while you're covered in bruises."
"You started it," he pointed out.
"Wasn't meant to be sexy," you say.
He snorts. "We were both naked in the shower and you kiss me, and that's not supposed to be sexy? What the hell is sexy in your eyes, then?"
You just wink at him and leave the room, wrapping the towel around your waist. You'll probably put on some underwear later, but for now, while you're getting the two of you some food and thinking about what movies the two of you should watch, you can stay undressed.
He's out of the shower a few minutes later and, like you, he's just wearing a towel. It looks like he seriously had to debate even putting that on, though, because it's not really even tight, just sort of hanging on his hips and looking like it could fall off at any second.
Of course, were you really expecting anything else?
"So, what are we gonna watch?" he asks, watching you as you scoop ice cream that's way too frozen into a huge bowl. Actually, he's just looking at your chest. Yeah... once again, were you really expecting anything else?
You shrug. "Dunno. You like horror movies?" you ask, grinning at him. He thinks about it, then shrugs, grinning a little.
"We could try it out," he says, and you smirk. You promised him shitty movies, and he will get shitty movies. Shitty Stephen King movies. You're thinking Christine, Pet Sematary (which, once you get to the Zelda part, is pretty creepy), maybe even the IT miniseries, if you're feeling like you need some Tim Curry dressed as a psychotic clown in your date night.
"Stephen King night it is," you say. You pause, glancing at him. "You up for some chocolate on this?"
It's chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream, so it's not like chocolate would totally be going overboard, but he grimaces. "Wouldn't that be too sweet?"
"C'mon, it can't be too sweet," you reason. "We can put some whipped cream on it, too."
Cronus, obviously thinking of the last time the two of you got your hands on some whipped cream, nods. "Alright," he says. You grin and pull one of those cans of whipped cream out, swirling some on the ice cream with a flourish that was totally necessary. You add the chocolate and, after a bit of debating, a few maraschino cherries, too. He's pretty close now, and his mouth is slightly open, so you push a cherry into his mouth, too. He jumps, but manages to react before your finger is totally out of your mouth and sucks on it a little as he gets the sauce off of the cherry. God damn. He needs to stop getting you to want to fuck him when he's all beat up.
"Okay," you say. "Now put some underwear on, and we can cuddle and watch some shitty Stephen King movies."
He pouts at this, but you pop some underwear onto your body and kiss him chastely, with not even a promise of tongue, and he complies, after sighing and making a big deal about it.
You make a little nest of blankets and pillows in front of his bed, between his TV and his mattress. There's not much room, and he's half on your lap, which is really distracting you right now, but it's comfortable and warm and the ice cream is good and the movies are shitty - you start with IT, which is probably one of the worst Stephen King movies made, right after The Langoliers, but it's entertaining, and that's what matters - and overall, you're happy.
You almost forget about that stupid mime troll, and the few times you do think about him, you manage to push it out of your mind while Cronus is wincing away from Tim Curry and into your body. You're not about to let him ruin your date. You can think about him later.
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