My friends have always // open+Typhoon blind date event // been the best of me

[london r.]

There were a plethora of things London did not know, actually it seemed as if that list was longer for her than for others. That was probably because of how little experience she had, everything that seemed pretty normal for a group was completely new for someone who had been isolated for most of her life. It had just been her, her brothers, and her mother, for the longest time. That is, until they all died, one by one, and she had been powerless to stop them. She hadn't even tried, which, to her, seemed worse than murder. There was likely nothing she could have done anyway, but she should have at least attempted to stop the illness that had ended the lives of her brothers, or stopped her mother from committing suicide. There were so many things she should have done back then, but she hadn't, and it tore the girl apart. She hadn't known any better, which is just as it was now.

So what exactly was a date? It was not something London had heard of before, besides of course dates on a calendar, but she doubted that was it. No, those dates did not require going in a room. And what exactly did platonic and romantic mean? Surely someone else had the same questions, right? This was one of those moments when her past did little to help her figure this out. Maria had never told her about dates, or romance, she'd been too young for those talks back then. Or perhaps it was just because she had shown no interest in any of those things. Sure, she had read story books and dreamed of her own happily ever after, but she always saw the prince as more of a friend than a lover, for she had no idea that there was any love besides familial love. The girl was so confused, the raw emotions easily showing on her features. She wished Killua was here so she could ask him, it was a little bit embarrassing, after all, everyone else here already knew what all this stuff was, but the albino serval was nowhere to be seen. Not yet anyway.

Grabbing a slip of paper, the girl thought she may as well start by writing her name. Then came the tricky part, romantic or platonic. Jacob had said if one were to choose romantic, that they would also have to give their preference, which was  just another term to add to the list of unknown words of the day. She knew what preference was, but not when it came to, well, whatever this was. So it was easier to just go with Platonic, right? But what even was that? It sounded like the name of an illness or something, and quite frankly, the albino clouded leopard would rather not get sick. She had already lost people to disease, and she did not wish to follow in their footsteps, even if they were her brothers. She had just made her first friend after all, and she could not just leave him behind. Ugh, what a struggle. "Um, I think I might need some help." the girl would muse, her voice rather soft, even for the usually soft spoken girl.