Zeylla had a limited wardrobe. A couple of clean shirts to wear under her jacket, and a few skirts and barely varying shades of grey, nothing to extravagant or exciting. Her lusus wasn't much on letting her go out when she was a kid, so having a social life was new to the greyblood, and as such she was mildly unprepared to have an evening out on the town. She stared with disdain as her choices of wear, and finally settled on her form fitting, pitch black undershirt and her shorter skirt that revealed her calves, encased as they were in her steel-toed boots. She left her usual jacket at him, opting to go with just the shirt. She managed to find a strip of black cloth and tied it into her hair, pinning her bangs back for the evening. Feeling confident, she left her hive(as sneakily as possible, so Leechmom wouldn't be the wiser), and made her way to the station.
She was less then pleased to share the train with other trolls, and without the security of her large overcoat, Zeylla felt as exposed as a beetle on its back. She rushed to the exit as the train made it's stop, and quickly scanned the crowds for Chiara. She was easy to spot in her flashy outfit(obviously she was more prone to nights out on the town then Zeylla), and the greyblood quickly made her way over to the other troll, giving dirty glares as trolls jostled her this way and that. It was obvious she was no city slicker.
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Chiara," she stated matter-of-factly as she offered a hand in greeting. Sure, some trolls might go in for a pat on the back or a casual hug when greeting a friend, but Zeylla was not most trolls, and hand shakes were about as far as she went with physical affection. Sure it was a little stiff and businessy, but really, didn't that fit the hemoanon troll perfectly?
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So, where are you taking me this evening?"
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