This troll kid, he seems determined to shatter your heart in as many ways as humanly (or should you say troll-ly ) possible. Roxy seems to share your sentiment, because she clasps her hands to her heart and lets out a squeal.
“Hang on right here,” she says, standing up with a flounce. “I’m going to get this little guy some actual clothes.” She darts out of the room, leaving Cronus to waddle off to the kitchen, where you just now notice an inflatable pool filled with water sits. He slides into the water and beckons happily for Kankri to follow, but Kankri clutches your knee and shakes his head lightly.
“It’s cold,” he complains, grasping at your jeans as you sit down on the nearby couch. Without further ado, he snatches at the fabric and, like a koala (actual size), he climbs his way up your leg, landing facedown in your lap and hitting your stomach. He looks up at you with his giant eyes.
He’s dangerous, you think. I won’t be able to deny him anything.
You two sit like this for a little while longer until Roxy comes back into the room, announcing, “I come bearing gifts!” She sits down next to you with an armful of teeny-tiny clothing, saying to Kankri, “Me an’ Cronus picked up a couple of extras at Goodwill, but he only wants to wear the swim trunks, so take your pick, little man.”
The tiny troll stares in wonder at the pile of clothes, ducking his head to Roxy and mumbling out a “T-Thank you!” before grabbing a tiny little turtleneck from the pile. It’s big enough that you think it’ll practically drown him first, but by the time he puts it on, it only comes down to about his little knees.
“Don’t you want to take off the swim trunks to walk around in, Kani?” you ask, amused, but Kankri obstinately shakes his head without a word and continues to dig around the clothes. Roxy puts them down on the other side of the couch, and you two watch Kankri scamper over to his loot.
Soon enough, Cronus emerges from his pool to join Kankri, and the two exchange a bit of casual chatter that soon dissolves into a giggling game of tag. It makes you smile to see the two trolls, once bound for some fate as a trophy or to be culled, to be enjoying themselves like...well, like little kids.
You and Roxy chat and complain about college, boys, and the like while the two toddler trolls amuse themselves. Later, she makes lunch--Top Ramen and more mac n’ cheese for the trolls, who can’t seem to get enough of the bright orange goo.
Soon enough, enough time has slipped away that the sun is orange and lower in the sky.
“Oh, gosh, I have to be getting back, Rox,” you tell her, standing up and stretching.
The blonde girl nods, stretching her neck side to side. “Yeah, me too--but let’s totally get these little guys together again sometime.” She cranes her head backwards and immediately whips it back to you, putting her finger to her lips and pointing with a grin on her painted face.
Turning to look, you see Cronus and Kankri conked out on the couch in a dogpile, Kankri’s little hands wrapped around Cronus’s big tail. You smile and whisper, “Let them sleep for now.”
Welcome to the family, Kankri, you think. You and Cronus both.