"Meulin, there is no way that I'm getting with this Kurloz guy. The picture of him that you showed me is flattering, but I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. It's been a month since I broke up with my matesprit of seven months. That's not something you can easily bounce back from." I pleaded but the cat like troll would not take no for an answer.
"Please just give him a chance,
Y/N. Please let this ship sail." Her eyes widened, making my heart melt in response. Why did my moirail have to be so persuasive?!?
"Fine. You owe me a pack of Faygo. Otherwise I'm taking your paints."
"I gave them to Nepeta."
"I'll steal them from her and blame you."
"That's cold, Y/N. Fine, you've got yourself a deal. Now go get Kanaya for your outfit." Meulin sighed and shoved me to the rainbow drinker's hive. Once the door opened, Kanaya raced upstairs and came back down with a black bag and a shoe box with a small bag attached.
"Do Be Safe, Y/N. Make Good Choices With The Makara."
"Wait, he's a Makara?" And before she answered she shut the door. I rolled my eyes once more and trudged my way to my apartment. I didn't know where I was going with this mystery troll but based on the black dress with a white rib cage, it was formal yet casual. Kanaya was an incredible seamstress but I didn't know she was this good. I opened the shoe box to find a pair of black heels with a purple bottom. And the small bag had a skeleton hand clip and a pair of pastel purple studs. I got ready and I must say DAMN! That Maryam has got some sick taste! 'Oh gog, I've been spending too much time with the Striders. Nice pun, Y/N.' I ironically thought to myself as I paced back and forth until the bell rung. I grabbed my phone and slowly yet gracefully opened the door. A tall, lanky troll stood there, and must I say that he was fucking gorgeous. Like seriously, 10/10. Like the rest of the Makara family he had the face paint but his purple dress shirt and black flannel made him look just perfect.
"Are you ready to go?" His fingers spelled out. Now I know why the cat thought we'd get along. My lusus was deaf so I learned sign language at a very young age.
"Of course, Mr. Makara." I said as I left my apartment and locked the door. I had a good feeling about this evening, very good indeed.
