he has little idea of what everyone is muttering about, but even if he did, Toska was unlikely to understand it. humans (and non!) really talked about the darnedest things when they had an audience.

“What if...we talked about something nicer?”

scavengess:

uh-oh. Toska knew that tone very well; someone was on the verge of getting angry with him. questions like ‘why would you do that?’ and ‘what were you thinking?’ are a constant in his life, so much so that he’s used to getting berated for things he thinks are fine.

“Yeah-- and he bucked me off!” Toska groans before sitting up, brushing dirt from his hair and horns. “I thought he could be used for transportation.”

limmortelbarbare:

ah, such a kind person! he doesn’t know of many people back home who would stop to help someone like him out. he supposes some good things may come out of this city yet.

when the man returns, Toska all but ignores the spare change, going straight for the pastry. he promptly takes a bite, thanking him between chews.

“Mmph. Cheese is so good.”

psychiatriae:

as much as Sela drilled it into him that people were not to know he wasn’t human, he could hardly be blamed for his following bluntness. after all, this stranger wasn’t human, either, so...it was safe, right? he wouldn’t get in trouble for telling someone he was a troll?

“Well, it’s because I’m not human.” he can already hear Sela calling him an idiot, but the idea of possibly making a friend pushes that thought away. “You think there’s taller people here? I’ve mostly seen little humans and that joke doesn’t work on them.”

seekerofoutcasts:

“Oh, good!” Toska is immediately relieved upon hearing her answer, completely unaware that it was a strange thing to ask in the first place. “I’ve taken a nap in someone else’s tree before and they pushed me out of it. It really hurt so I didn’t want it to happen again.” how embarrassing that had been! he’d gone home with scratches galore and had promptly been called a dumb ass by his mom.

he wraps his tail around the branch he’s seated on for extra support as he turns to face her completely. a human? he’s surprised one managed to get so high up so easily--! how talented! though...he can’t quite tell if she’s completely human yet. either way, he’s impressed.

“I thought I’d be able to see more of the city from this high, but...it’s just more trees.”

he’s been staring at the tiny humans food for entirely too long. the smell of it led him straight to her before he could even realize what he was doing-- and he’d been eyeing the food that very clearly was not his for longer than was considered polite. however, when it came to food, one couldn’t exactly classify Toska as polite. it wasn’t his fault, per se, but rather his...stomach.

he figures he should just ask her what she’s eating! that’d be okay to do, right?

climbing over the back of the park bench she’s seated on, Toska gets closer than is necessary.

“...Whatcha got there?”

limmortelbarbare:

Toska perks up immediately at the suggestion. he turns and grins his toothy grin, thrusting a wad of cash at the other in a large hand. he has little idea of how this city’s money works, but it should suffice. he taps the window a few times, pointing to a danish.

“Yes--! That cheese one!”

while he does prefer to be on land, Toska has no problems with heights. in fact, he welcomes the acute rush of adrenaline that comes with being up high, as he does now from his spot on a high tree branch. he thought that maybe he could see more from a higher vantage point, but the tree he picked has far too many leaves and higher branches that obstruct his vision.

he’s kicking his legs back and forth, marveling over how far down the ground is, when rustling draws his attention to a bit below him. it seems someone else has decided to climb the same tree--!

“Is this your tree?”

there’s a soft thunk as his forehead connects with the shops window, his eyes fixated on the fresh pastries just behind the glass. they smell so good, but...

...he can’t fit through the door.

“This is awful.”

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a good percent, right?!

it had been a while since he’d seen someone taller than him. it was nothing strange back home; there were creatures of all shapes and sizes imaginable. however, he’d been spending a lot of time around humans, all of which were considerably shorter than him. so, when he came across someone that happened to be taller, Toska couldn’t hold back a chuckle and a funny remark.

“How is the weather up there?” a joke he used to say to his brother, when he used to be big. it’s clear in his whimsical tone that he means no harm (as he’s also rather big), but simply couldn’t think of much else to start a conversation with.

amidst all of the city’s hustle and bustle, Toska had been rather elated to see something familiar. a goat-like creature, it seemed, grazing peacefully in a patch of grass. it was still different than anything he’d ever seen, but it was still more comforting than the cars and other vehicles that roared on the highways. the troll had been staring at it for some time, head cocked to the side, before he decided to approach it.

sometimes goats were used as transportation where he was from, so maybe he could use it to get where he needed to go?

however, trying to mount the creature was not a good idea. the goat immediately bucked him off, sending him crashing down to the ground in front of it.

“Ow, ow, ow--”

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hello! this is Toska!

you come across a sleeping troll on the side of the road. do you: a.) pull his tail b.) leave him be c.) wake him up, gently or, d.) question reality