Your name is (F/N) (L/N). Your were relaxing on your couch listening to (favorite song) up until you heard the delightful notification noise from your computer. Ripping yourself away from the comfort of your couch, you made your way across the dangerous floor of your living room. You really did have to pick up those tacks one day. You let out a breath of relief as you sat infront of your computer. You opened your inbox and noticed it was a nessage from your oh so perfect, handsome, sexy highbloded moir-- did that really come out of your own think pan? You mentally slapped yourself before physically slapping yourself. 'He has a matesprite! So do you, (Y/N)!' You thought about Kankri, your matsprit of 3 sweeps. You then opened that chat and, aftering reading the mime's message, had so much sadness in you that you had to refrain from pulling out your own eyes to stop yourself from drowning. His message basically said that he needed some 'serious motherfucking chill time' because Meulin had left him for none other than Cronus Ampora. You wanted to congratulate and rip the seadweller's arms off. You replied 'be right there' and ran out of your hive with everything you thought you would need. You pulled out your PDA and made a new document. The title being 'Objective: Cheer Up Possible Depressed Moirail.' You then proceeded to walk to your moirail's hive.