(I'm NOT adding their quirks)

  Emmory stared at her companion in a state of boredom. Her tired state was not helping in any way, as it muddled her think-pan into a bunch of mush... making it almost impossible to think of something to do.
  She doesn't even know why she chose Manola out of all people to go to. He was boring, strict, and the most uncreative troll in the universe. Whichconfusedheronwhyshelikedhim*cOUGH*

  His ramblings and lectures eventually became background noise as the seadweller stared at him intently.
  She took notice of the way his ears perked up whenever he mentioned something he liked, the millions of freckles scattering his cheeks, the way his glasses kept slipping down his nose. What she hadn't taken notice to, however, was the fact that he was snapping his fingers in front of her face.

  Emmory snapped out of her trance and stared at Manola, taking another note that she could tell that there was concern and annoyance in his gaze.
  "Are you even paying attention?" He asked
  She immidiatly replied with an, "Of course!! I think..." as she laughed awkwardly.

  Manola sighed lightly, dissapointment taking place of the concern in his eyes. "Please do pay attention. It's quite rude to get in a conversation with someone when you don't." Emmory looked at him, guilt evident in her soft gaze. "I-I'm sorry... I'm just tired..."

  Manola responded with a small nod. "I understand. Why don't you rest? There is plenty more time to talk later." Emmory glanced around for a moment before her eyes landed on the large couch on the other side of the room. "Yah sure?"

  Manola nodded once more. "Yes if course. I wouldn't want to keep you up when you need sleep."
  Emmory oh so slightly blushed a light violet color. He really does care... Emmory thought.

((I might make a Part 2 but I dunno lol)