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You shut down the kitchen light and pad back through to the couch, reclaiming your own dinner, and after a little while Sollux clambers up to sit in a very neat self-contained bundle wrapped around his bowl, eating cereal as if it’s the best fucking thing he’s ever tasted.

More UFUT Trollssss. Sollux and his Sugary Sugar-coated Sugar Bombs (now with marshmallows.)