[Lea taps his chin in thought, squinting one eye.] Mm, no, I think he still had both legs. Rats, so I guess that only makes him like... 96% authentic pirate then, huh? [He preens a little.] Heh, well, I've had a lot of practice. My buddy--ah, Roxas, was his name--he was just kind of a natural, you know? Picked stuff up [He snaps his fingers] like that. Me, though, I became a badass the old-fashioned way: making an idiot of myself for many years 'til I got it right.
[He snorts a laugh.] True. And then there are also the people who look smart... until they do speak. Spanish, though, huh? [He looks thoughtful for a moment.] Well, it's in a song I heard when I was in London one time, they were playing it in an old record shop. How did it go... [He hums to himself, a little off-key, he can't quite recall the tune.] Whatever will be, will be, I think it goes, after that. Maybe that's what it means. Same general idea as the rest, so it makes sense to me.
[For what it's worth, Lea isn't upset at Kurt for those moments of tense silence; he raises perfectly reasonable points. It isn't Kurt's fault Lea's carrying around all this baggage. When Kurt lowers his eyes and speaks kind of quietly, though, Lea waves his hands.]
Ah-- No, you don't gotta be sorry, you didn't say anything wrong. I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't thought about what it'd be like if my friends showed up here, too, you know? It'd be nice to just take a vacation from all the crap going on back home, but... [He shakes his head.] I couldn't, in good conscience, make a wish like that. [He grins a little and taps his temple.] And I'm making a concerted effort toward that good conscience thing.
[Let's be honest, he was as lousy at being a bad guy as he was at being honest, back in the day, but he's trying, okay?]
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[He snorts a laugh.] True. And then there are also the people who look smart... until they do speak. Spanish, though, huh? [He looks thoughtful for a moment.] Well, it's in a song I heard when I was in London one time, they were playing it in an old record shop. How did it go... [He hums to himself, a little off-key, he can't quite recall the tune.] Whatever will be, will be, I think it goes, after that. Maybe that's what it means. Same general idea as the rest, so it makes sense to me.
[For what it's worth, Lea isn't upset at Kurt for those moments of tense silence; he raises perfectly reasonable points. It isn't Kurt's fault Lea's carrying around all this baggage. When Kurt lowers his eyes and speaks kind of quietly, though, Lea waves his hands.]
Ah-- No, you don't gotta be sorry, you didn't say anything wrong. I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't thought about what it'd be like if my friends showed up here, too, you know? It'd be nice to just take a vacation from all the crap going on back home, but... [He shakes his head.] I couldn't, in good conscience, make a wish like that. [He grins a little and taps his temple.] And I'm making a concerted effort toward that good conscience thing.
[Let's be honest, he was as lousy at being a bad guy as he was at being honest, back in the day, but he's trying, okay?]