Attached (Trolls World Tour)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 - 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖊

After such a moment of awe for Ariel, she found herself coming into view of a mountainous building. Its walls almost encased in bioluminescent blue, it seemed so vibrant and 'techno', yet part of herself was convinced that it wasn't far from retro and old school either. On the given circumstance that this establishment was so different from the others, she couldn't help but grow fond of it as it shone brighter and uniquely than other buildings. It was like the smallest voice of encouragement of what she believed to be forbidden hadn't mattered for a quarter of a second. To her, that second meant everything for another chance.

Her thoughts cut deep as soon as she had heard the harmonious chime that had erupted suddenly from the speakers.

She couldn't help but shriek slightly and grab the closest thing by her to hold on to, what she didn't know for that small second of trepidation only became so temporary as she suddenly realised it was Trollex's bicep she was holding onto.

Trolex just sadly smiled, forgetting to warn her about the unique choice of customer bell that the seller had chosen for the store. Ariel could have let go. She should have, or else she just wouldn't be acting like herself. But a part of her so miraculously figured that she didn't want to let go. It was as if her fear or embarrassment couldn't compare to something else she didn't want to let go of so soon which wasn't just Trollex's bicep.

"Sorry about that!" They both perked up to the sound of a Puerto Rican accent, similar to Trolllex's. Trollex smiled in the Troll's direction, to which Ariel hesitantly looked closer to. The troll was decently built, he had orange gills and lime green neon hair, he seemed like the cuddly type.

"Seaweed! My man! Gimme some." Both Trollex and Seaweed performed their own quick smooth handshake. "Seaweed?" Ariel smiled, wondering whether or not if that was his real name. She then realised how loud she had actually spoken up than intended, and covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment when both of them were staring at her.

Seaweed then wore a wholesome smile on his face while slightly swimming up to her. "Oh, that isn't my real name. It's actually Kai, but my hair kind of made its own statement." He pointed to it, as she gazed, she did start to see the resemblance of his wavy hair becoming a sensible comparison to green seaweed.

"Oh, I-I see." Gosh darn, she thought her stuttering would be gone by now, especially since the troll she hadn't seen or spoken to before was so approachable. She wore a sheepish smile on her face, and Trollex noticed her small 'mistake'.

"Ayo, King! Aren't you gonna introduce me to this lovely lady?" Seaweed jokingly asked with a mocked-offended stare. Ariel slightly giggled at his actions, she was starting to like this kind man.

Trollex came by and introduced her more directly to Seaweed, bring a friendly arm around the girl's small-framed shoulders. "This is Ariel." Ariel nervously but kindly smiled. "Hi." she waved cutely. Trollex held her slightly closer to him and grinned at her adorable antics. "She's a little new around this part of town."

Seaweed smiled and held her hand ever-so-gracefully. "Well, pleased to meet you, Ariel." He lightly kissed her knuckles chivalrously. Ariel felt somewhat flustered but her emotions were overcrowded with joy and amusement causing her to return a much more sincere and outgoing smile to Seaweed.

Trollex felt his stomach turn slightly, and his chest made a dent in the back of his spine, practically feeling a slight build of anger and jealousy in his system as he watched his friend flirt with Ariel.

Trollex had to admit. He understood that sometimes Ariel needed some guidance, and unfortunately was a little naive for her age, he knew she could take care of herself and was smart enough to understand common sense, but she isn't so much of a people-person either. So, sad to say, she can find herself in stressful situations from time to time - an awful lot actually. So when other Troll's would start to make any suggestive moves on her, he grew vigilant swiftly.

But he also knew of Seaweed's sly antics. Seaweed was always the flirt back when the two of them were kids, and sometimes Trollex had to resist the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance every time a girl had fangirled at his wink and smile. Trollex was just as popular, but he was modest.

Trollex cleared his throat, now ready to talk buisness and prevent this situation unfolding in front of him from moving on any further. "Seaweed, I came here to get a new sound system, and replace the old one while the statue is in temporary repair, you mind?" Seaweed then let go of Ariel's hand and converted back into his friendly ways. "Yeah brother, I got you, follow me out back." Seaweed then made his way further back into a premium aisle. Trollex turned his attention to Ariel once again and notified her before they left.

"I won't be a while. Twenty minutes max." Ariel nodded assuringly. "And take a look around! You never know you might like something you see." Trollex recommended with a friendly wink, before disappearing into the aisle.

Ariel turned away from where he swam off and gave the store a second look, realising how much it looked like an underwater nightclub, she couldn't help but explore the place in awe. From left to right, constant sightings of a unique source of playable melodies. From DJ desks to even classics like the acoustics. But what caught her eye like a moth to its own pleasurable ecstasy of light was a ukulele with a familiar shade of blue that constant;y lingered her every move. Though she felt at the time like this that ignorance was best to be left as bliss, she couldn't help but be drawn to it, it was so familiarly nostalgic. It made her hesitate, but at the very same time, it triggered an important memory in her mind that had led her into a rare moment of happiness.

She carefully handled the ukulele with care as she picked it up from its stand, and held it to a playing position. Her handling with the ukulele was nothing but natural, and instinct-based moment of eagerness. She couldn't help but strum a simple C and let her ears be melodically caressed with the soothing feeling of what felt like a part of herself that she missed.