[The troll jumps a little at the sudden music, and if he wasn't beginning to blush before, the caramel tinge to his skin is certainly starting to show now. Without asking for permission, his hands go to the hem of his black t-shirt, skimming upward along his stomach as they push the fabric up, up, and tug it carefully over his head, stretching the neck ridiculously so it passes first over one horn, and then the other, falling to the floor in a puddle.]
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