Mituna can’t understand why Kankri is giving him such mixed signals. One second he’s goading him, and the next he’s pushing him away, wagging an admonishing finger in his face about inappropriate conduct.
“Pitch tease," Mituna hisses through those intimidatingly large chompers as he corners Kankri, pinioning Kankri’s feeble arms in a rough gloved grip.
Kankri’s breath catches as Mituna kisses him, artlessly shoving his tongue in his mouth. Kankri mewls and knees the taller troll.
"Latula shall be hearing about this!" Kankri pushes past him, huffing. Mituna slowly turns, grin plastered on his face partially obscured by his helmet.