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mermaid romelle /// day 7 (mermaid/free day) of @romelle-fest

Feel free to send your questions! ~ Mod Ina ✨

- Everytime Romelle goes to confess she chickens out

(hhhhhh I’m so late I’m sorry) Romelle heard the familiar jangling of the bells that hung above the door to her workplace, letting in yet another human craving a caffeine fix, and sometimes (read: rarely) one who ordered pastries. Yep. She worked at a coffee shop. Under normal circumstances, Romelle wouldn’t really be that annoyed by her work. Heck, she might even enjoy it. But it’s not really normal circumstances when your brother commits suicide, is it? Confused at just why the line has ended with the previous amount of customers, she looks up, trying to understand why the newcomers haven’t ordered yet. And immediately regrets it. Standing by a girl with luscious white hair, tan- nay, brown skin, and clad in the Altea Academy uniform, is him. Lotor. The man who made her brother’s life a living hell at Pollux High is standing in front of her with his arm around the daughter of Alfor King, successor to Voltron Inc. She’s so distracted by the couple that she doesn’t even notice the person who slips in with only the slightest rustle of the bells (which makes sense, they’re supposed to alert her to new customers. Stupid bells) and send a quick nod in way of greeting towards the two, more specifically the girl, and walks up to the counter. She doesn’t even hear him apparently call her several times, or knock on the counter. She does, however, notice when he boops her. “What the-!” She yelps, startled by the sudden touch. The man in front of her stifles a snort. “Look, I know Allura is good looking and all that, but you’re not really getting paid for ogling the customers. I’d like to order a caramel Frappuccino, please.” Romelle calls the order and starts to prepare the drink, acting as defiant as possible so as not to let on how impressed she is by his ability to berate her and place an order in one breath, or the fact that he didn’t automatically assume that she was checking out the girl’s (did he call her Allura?) companion, like most perceptive customers do. She’s considering rethinking first impressions when she hears him chuckling. She whips around, still holding the cup for his dang order (it’s also fricking decaf, what the frick) and fixes him with the death glare she perfected the week after Bandor, causing the stares and the rumours to wither away. “What. Is. So. Fricking. Funny.” The man raises his hands in mock surrender, smiling sheepishly at her. “Sorry, I just found it amusing that you called the order right before making it yourself.” Romelle just glares at him, not getting his amusement. “I’m the only employee working now.” The man gives up, winking at her as he makes his over to the receiving counter to wait for his drink and possibly play with the coffee stirrers (it’s happened before). Completely and totally done with the day in general, she finishes the order and yells, “Mullet!” before slamming the order on the counter. The guy just smirks, takes the drink and walks away, again only barely rustling the bells. It isn’t till her shift ends and the couple is long gone that she sees a wadded up napkin by the counter. That jerk. She picks it up, about to throw it out, but hesitates. There’s writing on it. She unravels the crumpled paper and finds a name, number, address, date, and note asking her to meet him sometime, as well as a fricking pickup line. “Hey Ro, you alright?” She’s startled out of her embarrassment by her coworkers concern. “I’m fine, Acxa.” It’s not like that one customer who acted like a jerk literally asked her out and gave her his fricking number. Well. It might not be that terrible. —End— Hhhhhhhhhhh this was so rushed I’m so sorry. Bonus: “Keith, calm down.” “I ACTED LIKE LANCE HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN.” “Hey!” “I WROTE DOWN A FRICKING PICKUP LINE, STOP LAUGHING PIDGE!” “Keith you really are a disaster.” “I know Hunk. Believe me, I know.”

The characters in the song aren’t really close, so this can be either Platonic Altean Girlfriends or Romellura I guess :’3

floral wlw + romellura (day 7: free day) for @romelle-fest​

Again, thanks for your interest! And remember you can follow or just ignore the prompts for the week. Create the things you want to and have fun doing so! ~ Mod Ina ✨

ROMELLE DOING SCREAMO IS AMAZING AND YALL KNOW IT