What are the Chances? Kankri x Reader ~Completed~

-Part 5-

  Porrim's dead white eyes roamed all over your face and body. She hummed to herself, a hand on her chin and the other holding her left arm in a comfortable arms crossed like position. A few moments later, she dove into her closet and disappeared somewhere in the sea of dresses, shirts, skirts, jeans and pretty much every colour of any article of clothing you could ever imagine. It's a surprise it all fits in there, though by the looks of it and how it was pouring out from underneath the closet doors, it didn't all fit in there. 

  When she returned from her mission, she brought a red dress that looked very similar to the shade of Kankri's sweater out with her. She smiled at you cheekily, she had something up her sleeve and you knew it. 

  You weren't sure how you got here at all. A moment ago you were escaping the grasp of a salty smelling sea-dweller and basking in the presence of your 'flush crush' Kankri and now here you were in Porrim's bedroom. She said she was giving you a makeover, did she really think you needed one? 

  She walked over and handed the dress to you, nudging you a little towards the bathroom. Meulin who was sitting on the edge of Porrim's queen sized bed only stared at her phone and looked up occasionally to see what was going on. 

  You let out a sigh and finally listened to Porrim's insistent nudging, glancing back and pouting at her, which only made her laugh as she pulled open one of the many drawers full of makeup that she had. It was a surprise to see all of the grey coloured foundation in her drawers, you didn't think trolls really had makeup like that but apparently they did. 

  When you closed the door of the bathroom behind you, you let your back crash against it. You hadn't really given yourself a chance to think about things and now that you were alone and it was relatively silent, you were thinking. 

 'Do I really have a crush on Kankri?' 

 You unzipped the dress you were already wearing and sighed as you shrugged the other, more fancy and over the top-despite being a sweater dress-one over your head. Seriously, you were beginning to feel like a Barbie doll and Porrim was dressing you up for fun. 

  'I mean, sure I think he's really cute and he's always been kind to me,' you pulled the skirt of the dress down as far as it could go. It turned out to actually be a nice dress, but the skirt was too short for your liking and it kept sliding up and revealing your thighs. You groaned as you imagined how Cronus would react to seeing them. You really didn't want to have to deal with the desperate sea-dweller anymore.  'But, I haven't really known him for that long. Maybe I need advice on this.'

  A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts and you quickly bent down and bundled the dress you were previously wearing up in your arms, turning on your heels and opening the door. 

 "Ah go+o+d, yo+u're finally do+ne, co+me o+ut so+ I can see yo+u pro+perly," Porrim cooed. You pouted at her again and slid out the small gap that you had created by opening the door. Porrim smiled and hummed again, nodding in approval when she finally got a good look at you. Meulin looked up from her phone and flashed you a toothy grin and a thumbs up. 

  'Purrfect,' Meulin signed to you. How she managed to sign a cat pun was beyond you. Porrim began to walk back towards her makeup containers. 

  "Hmm, I'm no+t sure what to+ do+ abo+ut makeup, we can't use my fo+undation."

  "Porrim," you really didn't want makeup on your face, it felt sticky and gross. "Do we really have to do makeup?"

  Porrim turned from where she was standing and gave you a look that spoke louder than words, those words would've been 'don't even try me.' "Yes dear, we do+."