Khoshekh had watched Macks walk into the coffee shop from a distance, he walked in through the back door, he was somewhat friendly with the owners, and they knew he had a lot of shenanigans, so they just let him through. He put his hood up, and threw on his weird glasses, he sat down at a table in the corner, he was still trying to figure these damned things out, He did, however, know that purple meant they were introverted and such, he figured that out by looking in mirrors, and talking to introverts similar to him. He looked at Macks. A deep purple, like he'd expected. Then he took a look at the guy he was talking to. A dark orange? That's troubling. He didn't know much, but he did know people with dark warm colors usually didn't have great intentions. He heard him say "Macks" and assumed that was his name. He felt oddly compelled to do something. This Macks guy had similar issues... Regardless of whether or not he was a monster. Though he was still pretty sure he was a werewolf. He looked scared in front of this guy, fear was Khoshekh's middle name.
Khoshekh got up.