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thisavrou2017-04-11 04:23 pm
shadowblends) wrote in thisavrou2017-04-11 04:23 pm
❧ 003 [video]
[The video feed flickers to life, although there is currently nothing that is recognizable. Everything looks shadowed and tinted gray, like something is covering the TAB up.
A faint sound of footsteps, some other shuffling noises, then the camera shifts as the darkness is lifted away, revealing Kurt staring down at the device. Honestly, he looks a mess, clothes and hair disheveled, eyes rimmed red and bloodshot for some reason.
For the longest time, the cobalt-tinted mutant says nothing, simply stares blearily at the TAB, one hand still holding the blanket that'd been blocking the view before. Kurt opens his mouth, hesitates then sighs heavily, head dipping forward in defeat.] He's gone, [he whispers, barely audible, despite the fact it's eerily quiet, wherever he's at.
He releases the blanket without much care as to if the video is still going or not and the lightest footsteps can be heard retreating, but they don't disappear. Alternatively, there's a rather loud thud before the feed finally clicks off.
That was just Kurt, hitting the floor. Everything is totally fine. (No, it's not.)]
A faint sound of footsteps, some other shuffling noises, then the camera shifts as the darkness is lifted away, revealing Kurt staring down at the device. Honestly, he looks a mess, clothes and hair disheveled, eyes rimmed red and bloodshot for some reason.
For the longest time, the cobalt-tinted mutant says nothing, simply stares blearily at the TAB, one hand still holding the blanket that'd been blocking the view before. Kurt opens his mouth, hesitates then sighs heavily, head dipping forward in defeat.] He's gone, [he whispers, barely audible, despite the fact it's eerily quiet, wherever he's at.
He releases the blanket without much care as to if the video is still going or not and the lightest footsteps can be heard retreating, but they don't disappear. Alternatively, there's a rather loud thud before the feed finally clicks off.
That was just Kurt, hitting the floor. Everything is totally fine. (No, it's not.)]
[video]
[This is absolutely not okay. Kurt looking this upset about stuff is not okay. Cue worried Hunk. Asking if he's okay is stupid for two reasons, one because he's clearly not and two because Kurt may actually try to insist that he is.]
Where are you right now?
audio;
A faint sound - something tipping over, perhaps? He crawls for the TAB and makes sure to switch it to audio before lying it next to his head.]
I'm fine, Hunk. [Except, he does not sound fine.]
[still video. SO YOU CAN SEE HIM FROWN.]
forever audio so you can't see him cry ahaha ow D:
He doesn't make a joke or do some 'as a matter of fact' stating about crayons. Instead, there's a defeated sigh; he can't keep doing this.] Honestly, you could probably walk through the door with no problem at this point.
well that'll be tougher to pull off in person
I have no idea where you are in this house and it's pretty big. So I'm just going to open doors and hug people until I find you.
fdshakgjd HUNK also, action now, yes? yes good
No. No, no, no. I don't recommend hugging everyone. [He's getting up!! Sort of. Okay, so he's crawling over to the door to open it up, hesitantly poking his head out to search for his friend because God forbid, he try and hug Logan of all people or, in a worst case scenario, touch Rogue and end up in the hospital.]
yes, yes action now is good. HUNK IS FULL OF ACTION.
Alright, better. Because you know, I wanna meet more of your friends and all but I don't know if that's the best way to do it. Not that I'm not into hugging, it's just that I've only been here the once and people might take it the wron-- aha!
[And there's Hunk down the hallway, and is Kurt just-- poking his head out from.. the floor?? Insert deeper concerned frown. He's kneeling now in front of the cracked open door, resting his arms on his knees.]
Hey, buddy. Wanna let me in?
TAKE CHARGE ACTION???
He's kind of on his knees, but his face is definitely on the floor. If Kurt didn't look absolutely pathetic, he'd look ridiculous.
Saying 'no' would make him sound like a total jerk and that's something he is not. With a quick breath, he pushes up onto his hands then struggles to get to his feet, rubbing at his purple-splotched face and wet eyes while opening the door more to let Hunk in.]
Okay.
THE TAKE CHARGE-IST
Sounded like you could use some company. It's not easy losing friends. [At least Hunk assumed they were friends. Why else would he be this upset?]
look at that 'listen here' icon
I suppose, [he murmurs, offering the most nonchalant shrug he can manage while clenching his hands together at the base of his tail.] He was ... the man that welcomed me to the school.
so adorably authoritative. angry kitten.
A little recognition dawns on Hunk's face, understanding. He nods briefly. ] Shiro's kinda like the team dad for us. Makes sure we're all taken care of, that we all feel like we belong there. Really busts himself over it. He's just good at making you feel like you have a place, you know? Sounds a little similar.
much pointy >c
'Shiro' and 'dad' really stick out to him. In all actuality, Charles was one of his guardians here on Thisavrou, much like how he'd been on Earth. He's not certain about how it feels to have a father figure in his life, considering he was raised by his adoptive mother along with two other siblings, though if he could take a guess at what it might feel like ...]
It is eerily similar, actually. When we arrived on Thisavrou, Charles used all of his sencs to buy land for this mansion, ensuring that we would all have somewhere to live. Honestly, I don't think we fill even half of this place.
[He shifts his position, bringing both arms around so he can absentmindedly rub at his forearm. Sorry, Hunk, he got a little carried away.] But ja, Charles always found ways to make people feel welcome. We were-- [he stops, corrects himself,] are doing what we can to contribute to the school.
so adorable
[His smile softens] Sounds like a cool guy. Guys like that make great leaders, you know? Making sure everyone knows exactly how valuable they are. Inspires you to give back. I'm the same way, probably part of why I hound him about eating and resting so much.
[He tilts his head] What are you doing to contribute? I know you mentioned maybe teaching German sometime, yeah?
fhdskjg but he's supposed to be angry
[He turns to look at nothing in particular, still rubbing at his arm then switching to the opposite one instead. At least with half his face covered, it's easier to hide the pain there, which might not be entirely from the loss of his teacher.] Mm-hmm ... I believe Charles could take on the world, if he hadn't carried most of it on his shoulders. Eating and resting are important, too. [Like he has room to talk.
Finally returning his attention to his friend, he straightens his slouched posture and moves his arms behind his back again.] At one point, ja. I was searching for a job, but I started volunteering at a hospital and helping a few other people I know with their orchards. All the apples and walnuts I could ever imagine.
ADORABLE
[Hunk chooses not to point out the irony of Kurt nagging about people not eating and resting properly. Instead he just nods.] Shiro's the same. I practically have to threaten him to get him to take a break. I wonder if he's just not used to having people look after him, though. So I just .. try to show him that he can trust us to take some of it on, you know?
[He raises his eyebrows] What, seriously? There are orchards here?
even when he's mad apparently
[Good idea, Hunk. He already feels bad about people worrying over his well-being.] I do know. It's a hard habit to break when you're used to taking care of everyone and often not concerning yourself with your own health.
Oh, ja. A couple friends of mine have farms on Kauto that I help with and they let me have some of the food we harvest.
ESPECIALLY WHEN HES MAD
[And, okay, it's one thing for him to call himself a genius, but when Kurt does? Yeah, cue blushing. A finger comes up to scratch at his cheek a little.] Heh. Thanks.
Mm. It's true. Which reminds me, have you eaten yet? [Because eating is an important part of taking care of yourself, Kurt.]
That sounds like fun, actually. Don't know why I didn't think of that. We have a cow that we get milk from and I'm working on figuring out how to make cheese.
fdsajkghjfdks urghhh
And maybe the fact Hunk's blushing because of his compliment.] You're welcome.
Uhm, I haven't. Not since yesterday evening. [He bows his head in shame, arms moving to tuck behind his back.]
Fresh milk must be nice to have. Have you thought about looking into other things? Cheese is a good place to start, though.
sry stop being cute then
[This was going well. Really well. Kurt seemed to be loosening up a bit, smiling, even laughing a bit. Time to pull out his master weapon.
He tapped his chin.]
You know, there's something my mom always did for me when I was feeling down. Always helped me feel better. Wanna give it a try? You can even eat something while I set it up.
[And as if on cue he reached into his left side pouch, pulling out a wrapped package of chocolate chip pancakes.]
i can't pout because that would ONLY MAKE IT WORSE xc
His brow furrows at Hunk's suggestion, curiosity piqued, although he's not sure what else the paladin could do to cheer him up besides being there.]
I see no harm in trying, [he confesses, ruby-red irises dilating in surprise when Hunk pulls out a package of pancakes.
The corners of his lips twitch upward into another smile, the stiffness of his torso finally slackening.] ... you brought these for me?
chinhands you aren't wrong
Well, yeah. [He rubs at the back of his neck a little sheepishly] I mean, you liked them last time I made them and I figured you looked like you hadn't eaten, so...
[He coughs, clapping his hands together.] Alright! You sit there and enjoy those pancakes. I'm gonna transform this room a little.
[And Hunk goes to work. The first thing he does is strip the sheets from Kurt's mattress and pile them along with the pillow on the floor. Next comes the mattress, which he manuvers and props up on the opposite wall.
It's a good thing Hunk's strong, because that means it's pretty easy for him to lift up the bedframe and sit it up on it's side, leaving a decent sized gap between it and the wall. After a few calculations he manages to pin the bed sheet to the ceiling, letting one side drape over the bed and the other hanging there. That's when he moves the dresser to pin the other sheet against the far wall, then slides the mattress on the floor in that gap between the bed and the wall. The string of lights is next, and he affixes them to the bedsheet. He leaves the lamp plugged in, placing it on the floor to one side of the sheets to create some additional ambient light.
He throws the pillows and comforter on the floor inside, pulling one side of the draped sheet aside and ushers for Kurt to enter his brand new pillow fort.]
After you!
i know and that's the problem SIGHS
[He glances over the package from his friend, slouching ever so slightly; Kurt hasn't felt a warmth like this in a while and he ends up tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from smiling again.
After looking back up, he cants his head to the side in a curious fashion then straightens and nods at Hunk's declaration.] All right.
[While Hunk gets to work on whatever it is he's planning, Kurt does his best to stay out of the way, unwrapping the pancakes and taking one out. He plops down on the floor, slowly, almost meticulously taking small pieces of the chocolate-filled cake off to eat. If he eats too fast, he might get sick and that's not something he really wants to put the other male through.
The more the fort begins to come together, the greater the spark in his eyes becomes. He almost looks normal again by the time Hunk finishes and is moving the sheet away to urge him in.]
Oh, wow, it's ... [he waits, wrinkles his nose in thought then scrambles over to the nearby chair to grab the comforter off it and crawl his way into the makeshift hideaway.
Tossing the blanket down, Kurt pokes his head out and lifts a hand to beckon Hunk inside, too. He scoots back on his hands and knees, settling his rear on the floor once he's as far in as he can manage.] I haven't done something like this since I was small.
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Heh. Me either, really. My mom and me used to make these when I was scared by bad weather or something. She'd even haul in the TV and we'd spend the day watching movies and eating popcorn.
[He sits near Kurt, giving him a small nudge.] Don't have a TV, but I can totally tell fun stories. I'll have you know I won Best Voice Imitations in my family like, three years running.
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My siblings and I would do the same thing sometimes. More candy than popcorn though, since we would hide out and try to eat all of it before our mutter found out.
[Kurt blinks languidly up at Hunk, a small smile curving his lips as he leans to elbow him back. Although, instead of pulling away like he'd usually do, he slumps against Hunk's side, cheek propped up on his arm, golden irises peeking up at him through the thick of his eyelashes.] Tell me some of your stories - best voice imitations included.
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And here he was, slouched against Hunk's arm in their makeshift hideaway, a smile curling one side of his mouth in a way that made Hunk's palms sweat. He could still feel the heat of his hand through his hoodie sleeve against his forehead and it made him dizzy. Dizzy. Over a hand on his forehead.
It was the trust he saw in those eyes that brought it all home. The fact that Hunk wanted to see it, again and again. He wanted to cheer Kurt up, sure, but he also wanted to make him feel safe. He wanted to make him feel loved. He wanted to kiss him.
Oh quiznak.
Whump, whump, whump.
He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from Kurt's, scratching at his chin under the guise of thinking up a story. If he sounded a little nervous he hoped Kurt was too out of it to notice. ] Alright, do you know how Samoans think the world was made?
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