Clay was hard at work, yet again, after his shift ended. But he ‘had things to do’ and whatever. As a troll, he’s supposed to have fun! His face is all focused and frowny.

You sat on his bed behind him, trying to get his attention. you sigh, loudly, and stand next to his chair. You poke his cheek, looking at his face closely. “Where is my friend, the smiley?” You say teasingly. “Have you seen smiley?” You poke his cheek again, which strings up a soft smile on his face that he’s trying to keep at bay.