Richar and Urssus

"Yes su- Urssus! I aPologIze for er uh- makIng you Feel unComFortable... and I do It beCuase It Is sImPly what us lowbloods where breed to do! " he says this with out a hint of sarcasm of with out even the slightest of mark- he trully does beilive in it.
-YOu knKw, I aLwaYs WONDER
hOw I haVent LOsT IT, COnsTanTLY LIsTenIng to YOuR Inane BaBBLe... aCTuaLLY, dOnT answeR ThaT. OR dO, BeCuase ThaT means YOu Can FInnaLY heaR me.- " Richar felt his heart beat, did this purple blood.. want to shake his hand? Is this even allowed? I mean, it was the purple blood who was the one that out out his hand.. richar shook ussurus hand, becoming even more confused emotionally then before

Urrsus eyed the other troll, not realizing that the guy was talking to himself in the second half of his sentence. “My innane babbling? Who the fuck do you are sayin’ shit like that to me?” Urrsus cringed and rest a hand on his hip, snatching his hand back from the other troll. “For someone who was all up about being respectful to highbloods you sure have gone and struck a nerve with me!” Urrsus took a second to look the rustblood up and down, studying him before sneering. “ ‘it’s what us lowbloods are bred to do..’ Hmph. Never seen someone so devoted to the hemospectrum. Well to each their own I guess..”
Urrsus eyed the other troll before retracting his hand. “Its fine, just try not to do it again.” He looked the rustblood up and down as if sizing him up before speaking again. “So you’re one of those extreme hemoloyal fuckers huh? Didn’t know people like that still existed.” Urrsus was completely unaware of Richar’s emotional conflict, but he probably wouldn’t care even if he was. Urrsus never understood the point of being subservient to highbloods, I mean why respect someone just because their blood is a certain color? Urrsus sneered at the thought. He’d much rather be recognized and respected for his hard work rather than his blood color. “Too each their own I guess.”

Richar beams with somewhat pride at the trolls statement, he is finnaly being noticed for his hard work in fighting anti hemospectrum propaganda! It's a happy...
Oh. Then he saw urrsus sneer, and then write off his work like it was practically nothing. Remember Richar, swollo the anger. Dont blow a gasket in troll Walmart, you dont want to be let out of jail again by saonji do you? "I do suppose, but ideally everyone would have it as their own, seeing as it was correct. Anyways. Please, get your milk."

“I mean, I guess it makes sense that things were the way they were. I’m not saying that’s not how they’re supposed to be. Personally I have no opinion on the hemospectrum, I just know that it benefits me. However, I would prefer to be revered and respected for my work rather than the blood I was born with. It’s just a matter of preference, doesn’t mean that’s not how things were supposed to be.” Urrsus rambled idly as he searched for a second cart of milk, one of a different brand. “It’s just real fuckin’ odd to me to see someone so loyal to the ‘spectrum after the merge. That was what I was getting at.”

"Well.. hm," Richar is mostly at a lose of word. He was caught of gaurd, thought he is practically a god at doing.180s with his personality he.. he isnt too sure what to do when he needs to do a 90. Has he even ever done a 90? What does it mean to do a 90? "It is.. a surprise, for me aswell. It is a rarity where someone doenst.. I guess automatically agree or disagree?" He sorta stands there a bit before speaking again. "Well.. I suppose I could do that, I hold no ill.content for respecting your wish to be.. judged by your actions. Um.. yeah, I was on alternia before the merge and my morail made sure my moral compass was always pointed towards what was right, really, I'm not sure what I would do with out her. Probably be as pathetic as a no-blood." For some reason, his words to him felt a bit more hollow. Hes not used to being just, not... 100? Like, is he supposed to be angry or appreciative? Hes not sure. And maybe, maybe that's not such a. Bad thing