Friendship Application || Quackity x OC ☑️

quince | meetup

Dawn | meetup

"So during November, we have what we call Dia de los Muertos in Mexico. It's this holiday we have instead of Halloween. I'm telling you, it's way cooler, it makes Halloween seem like a Walmart occasion. Okay, so in middle school, my friends and I had to paint our faces with makeup or something so we'd look like skeletons but we had no fucking idea how to use the little square powder whatchamacallit and that soft, squishy thing that looks like a- like a rock-" Alex continued as we waited in line at the reception desk for our table.

I listened attentively to the words he was saying, amused by how he talked with his hands gesturing certain words and points of his sentences. He was much more adorable in person and taller than I had previously assumed.

He was telling me a story of a girl from his middle school, Stacey, who we coincidentally saw inside the Parlay Steakhouse. Apparently, she helped put makeup on his friend and he so loudly commented how he looked like a panda instead. Which in turn, made Stacey cry and report to the teacher who covertly tried to hold back a laugh and/or smile. Guess this man never changed since his early teens.

It was chilly out from the ber-month breeze in California. The line wasn't at all that long but long enough that we were standing outside the restaurant, good thing we both were wearing thick coats. "Are you cold?" He asked but before I could answer, he had placed a small heat pack between my hands, "I can't get fucking used to the cold here so I bring those with me all the time when it's winter."

"Thank you," I smiled again. That was kind of him to lend me the pack when he was clearly cold himself. He shivered every time the wind blew our way and his nose was a little red.

I was frightened at first, that maybe he's drastically different from expected. Honestly, he seemed normal enough.

And by normal, I mean he's not being too rambunctious. Neither does he appear condescending nor mean. He's much quieter than I imagined, kinder, gentler, and very giggly —that may be part of his personality or, like me, he's high strung.

To think I got nervous when I first saw him.

He's standing right there, approximately 16 feet away from me. He doesn't see me from behind this parked car so I still have time to think of my manner of approach or manner of escape, whichever is deemed most ideal.

Do I simply walk over and greet him? Do I call him out from here and wave? Do I give him a hug? A handshake? A high five? A brofist? There are so many possible courses of action but I need an elaborate plan that both seems normal and doesn't embarrass me. Do I say a medical joke so he knows it's me instead of doing something-

"Dawn!" Cheesecakes and crabapples, I didn't even get to the plan of running away part. My cover's already been blown. I looked up to see him smiling so wide, waving his hand. So I ended up doing the same, though less aggressively, and walked towards him.

That brought me to now. We had reservations here but the line was still a tad long and that is because, according to Alex, this place, and I quote, had food so good it'd take you to fu-dging Heaven -okay not an accurate quote but close enough, it's a one word discrepancy.

He looked adorable all wrapped up in his green jacket, it matched the color of his beanie. His shoes were red and I couldn't resist the urge to tease him a little because he looked liked he was Christmas themed —Christmas arc Quackity anyone?

When we were finally inside, I almost had to have my jaw surgically reattached after it dropped from seeing the restaurant decor. My mandible could've easily removed itself from my maxilla and I'd be walking around catching flies with my mouth.