It really stung him.
Kankri was used to nasty names like that, and he'd learned to keep a straight face through the taunting and verbal abuse. However, name-calling was one of the many subjects that sent him into a long-winded sermon about how some trolls could be 'tri99ered' by such a manner of speech, which only led to more bullying, and eventually to more sermons. The cycle was vicious and never ending.
Even gentle Aranea, with sad blue eyes, had told him on more than one occasion to be quiet. Though she was known as a rather talkative troll, her stories, he supposed, were more interesting than what he had to say. Mituna had more than once told him to 'shut the fuck up' to Cronus' s delight. Before the 'accident', Kurloz hadn't been able to stand him, saying that he was speaking heresy, and usually left the room in under a minute. Porrim seemed to be the only one to understand and tolerate his speeches.
And that was before they all had died.
Everything was worse now. Their descendants couldn't stand him either. Even the girl who resembled Latula so closely, and had a strong sense of justice to boot, had given him a puzzled look and wandered off in the middle of a lecture on the equality of the hemocastes. He thought she, of all trolls, would understand. He now stood alone in the sand, watching the tide come in, and pondering his position with the others, when, quite suddenly, Porrim appeared on the boardwalk. He broke into a smile, running to catch up with her.
"Porrim!" He exclaimed, coming to a stop beside her. Though he was probably the oldest, his nubby horns only just reached her tattooed shoulder. She froze- it certainly wasn't a cringe, right? Porrim liked him.
"Oh...Hello, Kanny..." She turned to face him, an uneasy smile on her pierced black lips. It was different than her usual easy half-smile.
"Porrim, though I'm well aware you like to use that nickname for me, as it denotes your platonic affections for me, I would be extremely pleased if you would cease calling me that immediately. Though you might not find it odd, it's quite tri-" Out of nowhere, the slender female had clapped a hand over his mouth, stopping a sermon in its tracks. He looked up at her, puzzled.
"Kankri. I have a vicious hangover and I do not need a lecture right now." She pronounced carefully, taking deep breaths, presumably to keep her head from pounding. Kankri sighed, removing her hand from his mouth.
"You know drinking isn't good for you, as I have told you multiple times. Troll livers aren't suited to process large amounts of-"
"KANKRI!!" The Virgo shrieked, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders and shaking him. "Nobody wants to listen to your gogdamn lectures! We get tired of you telling us what we do wrong all the time! Just shut up!!" The Signless stared at her with an antlerbeast-in-headlights expression on his face, his white eyes wide. Not Porrim too...
"No, Kankri, I can't take it any more! I have put up with you for sweeps, I just need you to leave me alone!!" With that, she stormed off down the boardwalk, heels clicking staccato on the had surface, leaving Kankri more alone than ever. He fought down the tight knot in his throat.
"Oh...Okay, I'll...I'll be here, then..."
With that, he was all alone.