WIP fantroll fic

Aquitt runs his hand through his hair. He lets out an exhausted sigh before fixing his hair back up to the way it was before. A grating sound is let out as he backs his chair away from the desk. He stretches, grimacing as he hears his body snap, crackle, and pop. He undoes his tie and vest and leaves them both on the back of his chair.

The halls of the Obgect hive are impossibly long and wind in such a way that it makes it difficult just to tell where you're facing. It's been like this for as long as Aquitt can remember. He no longer hosts meals with clients at his hive for this very reason. He knows the way, of course, even if others don't.

Aquitt slowly exists the doorway and makes his way to the mealblock. He's not actually hungry but where else is he meant to go? The siren call of a bottle or two of faygo was too strong. He tried not to make a habit out of it but he was hardly the strongest man on Alternia.

Once he reaches his oasis of tile, he opens his terrorigerator. A groan escapes his throat as he grabs a redpop faygo. He almost considers just chugging it straight from its plastic confines, but ultimately he decides he's better than that and he reaches for his cabinet. He procures a small glass and delicately sets it down. He removes the lid from the bottle and pours the red holy liquid into his glass. The carbonation makes it loud which makes his panache flare up.

Aquitt slowly brings his glass to his mouth and lets the soda fall down his chitinous windhole. It stings a little going down but he swallows anyway. Most trolls, especially of his profession, would simply stop there. Aquitt however did not. He grabs the bottle and filled his glass anew.

His naturally cold body begins to fill with a pleasant warmth. This is what he needs after a long night of reviewing his newest case. Some olive thought it would be funny to break into a cerulean's hive. There's no way in Alternia he's going to win this one. He's probably going to have his client plead guilty and lead his fate up to His Honorable Tyranny.

Aquitt groans and sets his now empty glass down. Without thinking, he lifts the bottle again and fills his glass anew. He really does try to not make a habit out of drinking but life on Alternia is so hard.