please ship this

> You can't help but roll your indigo eyes (since in this form you are apparently alive. Omg.) at him. And what the hell were they supposed to have a conversation about. Usually their conversations included Kurloz standing there with a nasty look on his face while Kankri went on about nothing and everything at the same time. A bore to say the least about that. > You give him an irritated look just as if to ask how the hell they were supposed to talk to each other when he obviously couldn't talk. Of course, the fucker probably gave no thought to this factor being the inconsiderate motherfucker he was.

kurloz-silentprince-makara started following you

> You can’t help the slight scowl of dislike that crosses your face as the person you least wanted to see-…..Wait a minute.  Was this him?  He looked like Kurloz….sort of.  Same general appearance….and he seemed to have the same stance as the Troll you usually knew….But why was he a pink fleshbag?  He looked like any other human you might run across in the game, or in the dream bubbles, and the fact of the matter was that he was almost not at all like the Troll you knew…at least in appearance.  Was this who you even thought?

Well….Hell9 there.  I d9n’t supp9se that y9u might 6e Kurloz…?  

>You couldn’t help the blunt way you asked that, and you supposed it was safe enough, and as untriggering as possible.  It wasn’t to offensive to be this direct, right?  No….No it wasn’t.  You soothed your slightly frazzled nerves, composing yourself in front of this rather odd mixture of troll and human, attempting to preen into the idol of self-confidence that you usually tended to be.  Even if this was the bastard who ended up pissing you off more than most….

~KurlozxMeulin

> You can't help a sigh in regret of even thinking about following this wordy bastard. He brings shame to everything he touches. You tend to loathe the very ground this motherfucker walks on. Why? Because he talks...way to damn much. The fact that you two didn't exactly ever get along doesn't help. But the fucker is quick to point out your 'change'. Oh right. You're not always human. You almost forgot. You've gotten used to it you suppose. You adjust the collar of your jacket some, reminding yourself of the clothing that this 'curse' gave you. Ugh. The Messiahs had a cruel sense of humor. > You nod at his statement, assuring him that yes, you are who he thinks you are. You let out a sigh, not even bothering to sign anything. After all, you know for a fact he cannot understand your way of speaking...

kurloz-silentprince-makara started following you

> You can’t help the slight scowl of dislike that crosses your face as the person you least wanted to see-…..Wait a minute.  Was this him?  He looked like Kurloz….sort of.  Same general appearance….and he seemed to have the same stance as the Troll you usually knew….But why was he a pink fleshbag?  He looked like any other human you might run across in the game, or in the dream bubbles, and the fact of the matter was that he was almost not at all like the Troll you knew…at least in appearance.  Was this who you even thought?

Well….Hell9 there.  I d9n’t supp9se that y9u might 6e Kurloz…?  

>You couldn’t help the blunt way you asked that, and you supposed it was safe enough, and as untriggering as possible.  It wasn’t to offensive to be this direct, right?  No….No it wasn’t.  You soothed your slightly frazzled nerves, composing yourself in front of this rather odd mixture of troll and human, attempting to preen into the idol of self-confidence that you usually tended to be.  Even if this was the bastard who ended up pissing you off more than most….

Do trolls go caroling? Who knows, but I thought that if they did (IDK maybe john drags them all out!) mituna would be the loudest and will sing twice as loud for his moirail ouo! and kurloz would just smile happily -u-

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another human kurlin for anon uwu

Cute Matesprites!

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> You have to stop yourself from GRINNING. This girl - whom to you seems relativity human - 'speaks' in the way that you do. You are quick to stop yourself from grinning, in fear that you might break your stitches with how wide you want to part your lips. You start to reply in a rather calm manner, not wanting to scare your new found friend off. / Hey, sister. I'm Kurloz Makara. Nice to meet you too. / > You give a slightly quirked smile to her question. It wasn't the first time that a human had asked that. Though mostly this time, it was out of curiosity instead of just wondering what the creepy son of a bitch with the weird face paint was. / I'm a Beforian. / >You sign in return with a smile. /But really, I'm just a motherfucking troll. It's simpler that way. With all the Alternians around now that is. /  > You know you're probably just giving yourself more to explain later. But then again, no one really talks to you aside from your moirail and your former matesprit. So it wouldn't kill you ( Ha. ) to strike up a conversation with someone who can actually understand you. 

> You wave to your new follower, glad that someone has noticed that you’re not dead just yet…Well… figuratively speaking of course.

M!A: Due to the mirthful messiahs needing a good laugh as of late, they have decided that it is absolutely hysterical to poof you into humanity for three days. Enjoy your curse, motherfucker~

> Your horns are suddenly non-existent and your gray skin has turned...pink? Your once almost hard skin has turned soft and rather...fleshy. You can't help but somewhat grimace at the sudden change of your form. The fact that you are now a ( as your moirail would so poetically put it ) pink flesh monkey doesn't seem to please you in the least. Your once bone covered garm has become a high collared jacket with similar designs to your old wear, torn jeans cover your legs, along with  skate boarding Vans shoes. Your stitches are now gone, but you still lack the ability to speak, it would seem that in this form; a freak accident has made it this way. You'll scour your new found memory later to see just what the cause of this was.> Oh dear mirthful messiahs. What did you do to deserve this?> However, you would never dare question what they do to get a good chuckle. So your grimace quickly fades into a smile.> Your name is Kurloz Julian Makara. You are now Human. ( At least for three days )(( oMG. Someone. Quick. Find me a human Kurloz pic so I can change my stuff. -Flails about- )) 

> You wave to your new follower, glad that someone has noticed that you're not dead just yet...Well... figuratively speaking of course.