When Cronus left Kankri went upstairs and buried his face in his pillow.

"That was so embarrassing!" the cancer yelled into his pillow, too preoccupied to care that the neighbors might hear and complain.

He thought about Cronus's hands massaging his waist. Thought about what else those fingers could do. Shaking head roughly, he attempted to rid his mind of such impure thoughts. However while the original situation had been bad, it was made worse when his big mouth had told Cronus to return later.

He knew exactly what the seadwealler would read into the situation and it was exactly the kind of thing his chastity vow prohibited him from doing. That wasn't what upset him though, Cronus had tried to convince him to engage him such acts before and had been promptly shot down.

No, what bothered the mutant was how much he wanted to let him.

He wanted Cronus to do every impure thing he had ever imagined doing to him, and he knew there were many, many things.

He needed to clear his head. However he wouldn't be able to do that unless he changed out of the skimpy maid dress.

Jumping out of bed and going to his closet, he pulled out his usual outfit. Pants so high they covered his chest and the red sweater Porrim made for him and insisted that he wear. Of course he didn't like the bright red thing but he put up with it for sentimental reasons.

Although he lets her think it's because he like it.

Slipping the dress over his head, he put his other outfit on, feeling better almost instantly. Kankri would handle this...right?

Knowing he had a few hours he fell back into bed, sliding the thin human blanket over him. If there was one thing he and Cronus had in common it was their preference for human things. Of course they still had all the normal troll items just in case and yes nightmares were a bit of a problem but overall he found that he got a much better nights sleep when sleeping on a human bed with a human pillow or two and a human blanket.

Shifting into a more comfortable position, his eyes slid closed. A nap would do him some good, he decided.

It didn't take long for his thoughts to slow and his breaths to steady, drifting off to sleep.