“There's a lion in the wardrobe
And a wolf out the door
I might never get to heaven
But I've been there before
'Cause when she's lying in my sheets
In that new t-shirt I bought
Ain't no place that I gotta be-”
The loud belting came from a certain human’s dorm that weekend morning.
Headphones in and dino slippers on, Adit had just finished cleaning their dorm when a knock came from their door.
Opening it wide, they smiled up at the gorgeous form on the other side.
“Morning, love. You sound absolutely beautiful.”
Adit blushed happily.
“I hope it’s not a bad time?” Kulah asked.
“Not at all, babe,” chuckled Adit smartly. “Got any plans?”
“I was hoping you’d accompany me to brunch?”
“Sounds great! We haven’t gone out in ages,” Adit answered, enthusiastically. Their eyes trailed back up over Kulah. “And if you stay in here, I don’t think we will.”
“Overdressed?” Kulah nervously laughed.
It didn’t help that she was dressed in yet another suit. This time, it was a blush pink pencil skirt that hugged her large thighs and a matching blazer that hugged her plush curves. The collar of the white shirt underneath bloomed in a fabric rose that tied itself up in a white bow. Kulah’s ears boasted a new set of earrings dripping with rose gold diamonds and inlaid with silver. A matching silver harpy cuff adorned the other ear, contrasting with the sweet brown of her skin. Her braids sat atop her head in a tightly coiled bun.
Adit, on the other hand, had a large pair of grey sweats that sat low on their hips, no shirt, and their hair was tousled over their shoulder on the side, not shaved. A pair of space blue dinosaur slippers tied the fashionable ensemble together.
Next to Kulah, they were pretty much bare.
Adit kicked their tongue out of their heart and back into their mouth.
“Not at all babe. Just leave so I can actually think for a second.”
“I’ll be in the lot, love.”
Closing the door behind Kulah, they shot a quick text to Dhurgan.
‘Study hall monday. @ 12. Don’t be late.’
Adit then ran to the closet, flinging it wide open.
‘What to wear, what to wear, what to wear!’
Their eyes fastened on a pair of long jean overalls, a thin, black turtleneck, and some red hightops.
Gotcha!
Grabbing the unsuspecting clothes, they threw them on, snagged a red ball cap, and sprinted for the dorm doors.
***
Waiting in the parking lot, Kulah thought back to the first day she met Adit.
Outside the administrator’s office, Kulah could hardly sit still. After being sheltered behind wealthy walls for most of her life, her parents had finally agreed to let her take four years of college. Of course, she already exceeded the education levels, but the experience and credentials were necessary to introduce their daughter to high society. Her parents were inside finishing up the paperwork.
“Look,” hissed a voice from the opposite end of the hall. “I made five visits here trying to switch courses. Will you at least let me see the dean?”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but it’s above me now.” sniffed the stuffy desk attendant.
Against her better judgement, Kulah turned her head to observe the exchange.
A human was at the front desk berating the attendant. They had on a tanktop, jean shorts, and scuffed sneakers with a hoodie. While they continued yelling, the desk attendant had a sneer on her face.
“For the last five times that I’ve had to see your arse, it’s not ma’am. Just address me by my name, sheesh.”
“If you have such an issue with me, you can talk to our help services over the phone.”
While they continued yelling, the desk attendant had a sneer on her face.
“It’s not you, it’s the fact that every time I’ve been here, you give me some crappy excuse about the course being too full or the system being backlogged. And you keep misgendering me on purpose!”
“What are you, a princess? Oh sorry, a prince?” laughed the attendant.
“They may not be one, but I certainly am,” calmly interjected Kulah.
Indeed the heavy jewelry and expensive clothing left no doubt in anyone’s minds that she was royalty.
Both parties stopped the somewhat tense exchange as Kulah neared the desk.
“Hello,” stammered the desk attendant. “Ms. Bindu, how may I be of service?”
“I see you’ve received no etiquette training. You appear to be highly inefficient at your job if a student needs to visit five times simply to switch courses.”
“Of course not. It’s just that this particular student has caused quite a stir multiple times. I’m afraid something might even be wrong with them.”
“As far as I can tell, you’ve disrespected the student’s identity. That’s reason alone to leave this office. Possibly the school.” quipped Kulah.
The attendant gulped deeply in fear. A panicked look ghosted their face.
“Now, now! There’s no need to resort to that. Mx. Sukarno? I’ll be happy to get you those courses right away!”
As the attendant shuffled nervously to her office, Kulah looked back at the human.
“Thanks!” they shouted happily, hugging Kulah tightly.
“Um, you’re welcome?” Kulah stuttered, caught off guard by the grand display of random affection.
“You’re new here, huh?”
“Oh, um-yes. I’m Kulah Bindu. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Name’s Adit, but you can call me Aura herself.”
Kulah’s face flushed a soft umber, complimenting her beautiful brown skin. “Charmed, I’m sure.”
The two stared in each other’s eyes for a moment before the click of an opening door ended the short reverie.
“My parents! Ah, well. It was lovely making your acquaintance. Let me know if I can help you again.”
“Nah,” smirked Adit. “That’s my favor to return.”
“Kulah! Come along now, we haven’t time to dawdle!”
Those three years had been the time of Kulah’s life! Adit was an amazing partner and loved her for her, not money. Though it did come between them at times, the two knew they were meant to last.
“Ready to go!” Adit called.
Kulah looked up from where she was leaning on the car.
“After you,” Kulah declared and gestured to her car.
Call her excessive or a rich kid, but anything she did had to be done in style and style only.
So, it was no surprise that Kulah’s ride was the newest Phoenix Beltline. The model had a trim silver finish and a rose gold matte. Its sleek build was only matched by the sweet leather and gold interior.
The only caveat was that it came with a driver, seeing as how Kulah’s parents were keen on knowing their daughter’s whereabouts at all times. Even if it was across the sea.
Personally, Kulah thought it might have been a bit much, but her mother gifted it to her before she left college. It’d be a great insult to not use it.
“Where to?” Adit purred happily.
“Brunch, dearest.”
The chauffeur opened the door for both Kulah and her date, then silently went to his place in the front.
“Splurging today, huh?” teased Adit.
“Ever the jester aren’t you, love?”
***
“See?” panted Dhurgan. “I told you it was gonna be fun.”
Homraz wanted murder. More than anything at that moment. Just murder. His legs were killing him, and his lungs refused to take in any more air.
“Sh-uh up!” he spat. “I’m burning in sixty different places. Half of them, I didn’t even know I had!”
Dhurgan looked at him like she was about to combust.
Then she laughed.
‘How does she even have enough air left to talk?’
“Phew! I was worried I went too easy on you.”
Easy?
“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Homraz growled back.
“The other day,” she wheezed. “You told me-pant-you’re not just-wheeze-some weak omega.” Dhurgan straightened up and stretched her arms behind her head.
“So I’m not gonna treat you like one,” she finished, offering a hand to a still hunched over Homraz.
Homraz didn’t know what to think about that.
“One more lap!”
“Are you serious?”
“Come on, we’re almost there!”
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