cuppa writes cucaloma and no one is surprised

"Cucali!" Paloma captchalogued her fans and ran to the collapsed troll, concern clear in her face and her voice. She fell to her knees, grasping her hand. "Oh, Cucali, are you okay?"

Cucali swatted her away, despite the pain in her side. "Get offa me, scumblood!!"

"But-"

"I said fuck off!"

Paloma got up and backed away as Elizan moved in to take care of Cucali's wounds.



Later, inside Cucali's hive in the Land of Marble and Desire, Paloma took care of a bandaged Cucali. She brought her water and painkillers, and sat down with her on the couch.

"Don't you ever do that again, mossyblood," Cucali said as she took the glass in a hand.

"Do, do what?"

"Get all over me on public!"

"I was worried..."

"Well be worried in private instead! Not in public where every-fuckin'-one can see us! Geez!"

"But -"

"No buts!" Cucali snapped.

Paloma paused, there, looking away. "Cucali..." Her voice wavered.

"Ugh, what is it now?!"

"Are... are you ashamed of me?"

"What? No! You dumbass, who puts these stupid ideas in your thinkpan?!"

But Paloma didn't seem convinced, by the way she wouldn't meet Cucali's eyes. "Then, then why don't you want me approaching you in public?"

"Because!" Cucali huffed. "I got an image to uphold, don't you get that? Get it through your thick thinkpan already!"

"I just... wish I could show I cared..." Paloma bit at her lip.

"Stop bein' sad already! I'm your stupid matesprit, aren't I?! What do you want from me?!"

"..."

"C'mon!"

Paloma looked up at Cucali with the biggest puppy eyes. "... hugs?"

"Bluh," Cucali rolled her eyes and threw open her arms, "fine, get over here."

Paloma scooched over and embraced Cucali, gently, careful of her wounds.