thisavrou | ❧ 002 [video]

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❧ 002 [video]

[When the TAB first flickers to life, all that's visible is an intricately scarred cheek with just the slightest peek of ivory fangs past blue lips. There's the faint sound of something shifting about and finally, Kurt comes into full view.

He's sitting on the edge of an old stone fountain, his tail swishing back and forth behind him, a grin plastered across his face.] I know very little about this holiday, but I've read a few things in an attempt to try and understand better.

[Meaning that he has forgone all the really romantic and couple-esque things about 'Valentine's Day' or whatever they would be calling it on Thisavrou.]

Giving chocolate to someone you like is traditional and I have more than a few friends and other people that I enjoy being around, so ... [He reaches over to pick up a small black box and pops the lid off of it, revealing the candy inside.]

Who wants some chocolate? [A soft laugh follows shortly after his inquiry as he replaces the lid and clutches the box to his chest, smile somehow broadening.]

I'm more than willing to deliver it, too.

(ooc: cw for anyone that decides to read the thread with kurt and j. [mentions of self-harm, internalized transphobia and ... self-loathing?])

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I'm somewhat decent with technology. I figured the TAB out easily enough, so perhaps I could understand it? [He pauses outside of his room where he'd left the other boxes, making sure they were safely tucked away before heading toward the address that Hunk had sent him.] I bet you're great support. [Kurt also laughs at the jest, reaching a hand to stifle it, even though the noise has already slipped out.]

Oh, ehm-- [He clears his throat and there's another BAMF on his end of the line.] Absolutely! I've teleported myself and five other people out of a nose-diving warplane! ... that sounds worse than it really was, haha.

[He's not downplaying anything at all.]

By the way, after looking over this address, I should be there sooner than I had estimated. We're practically neighbors!

If you wanna learn I'd be more than happy to show you. It's just, uh-- [a nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, not that Kurt can see it] Most people think it's a little boring is all. I get kinda overexcited about engineering stuff.

I guess so long as we don't end up actually in a crashing airplane I guess it should be fine. Heh, one time I was flying my lion and it just died. Like, mid air. There was an ocean below us though so we crashed into it and .. sunk to the bottom. Dead in the water. There were mermaids and stuff got weird, but basically long story short falling from the sky in a huge lump of metal has already been crossed off my bucket list.

Ha! Really? That's awesome! We can hang out!

[A brief pause on his end; he can't see Hunk, but the tone of the laugh tells him plenty.] Don't be embarrassed about something you are eager to take part in. Embrace your zeal and enjoy what you do! I like listening to people talk about things they are passionate about.

[He gets quiet again, listening to the other male talk, smiling broadly the entire time.] No reason for me to drag you into another crash. I never would have imagined that mermaids existed! I'm glad you came out of the accident safely, though.

I think I might actually be getting close. Are you outside or anything?

[Good thing he can't see Hunk's face; it's his turn to go a little sheepishly pink. He's rubbing at the back of his neck.] Heh. Alright, if you're sure.

They totally do, but not in the way you'd expect. They look more... fishy than the Little Mermaid told me they'd be.

Oh! I'm not, but I can be! Hold on one sec. I'll go out to the porch. I'm kinda hard to miss.

[Oh, now they've both embarrassed each other. Success.] I'm absolutely sure! There's no reason to downplay the delight you get from something you like - especially if you're gut at it.

The Little Mermaid? Do they have gills on their necks? Webbing between their fingers?

[And Kurt patiently waits outside of the house, shifting from one foot to the other, the box of chocolates tucked behind his back in both hands. He's pretty sure this is right, considering there's a lion atop the house.]

[Hunk had just opened the door to make his way onto the porch when he spotted Kurt -- I mean, there are probably only so many blue people on their way to his house right now. His grin is wide again, eyes bright as he made his way over to give the guy a big hug by way of greeting.]

Hey, man, thanks for coming out here! And yeah, there was totally webbing, by the way. And like... alien eyes. Not a single one of 'em was singing either.

[The sound of the door opening catches his attention right away, honey-tinted irises flickering beneath dark eyelashes as he blinks thoughtfully. He raises a hand to greet Hunk, though his arm is only about halfway up when he's suddenly pulled into a hug, which makes him bite down on the inside of his cheek to barely stifle a yip.]

Oh, i-it's no problem at all, really. [Ignore his stutter while he shifts a bit to return the embrace to the best of his ability.] In a way, it's disappointing, but also sort of interesting? Alien eyes seem different, but I've always imagined mermaids having webbing between their fingers.

[Okay, the yip was totally cute. Hunk's still grinning as he puts Kurt down.]

Yeah, my buddy Lance was totally into it. I was drugged for most of the time so I don't remember a lot except that the food was awesome.

Also for the record, you are like ten times as adorable in person.

[Feet back on the ground? Okay, good. He straightens a bit, the edges of his lips quirking with amusement, regardless of his somewhat awkward response to being hugged.]

That's too bad. At least you got to enjoy the food, though?

[Kurt stiffens at the compliment, mouth opening, but no words come out right away. He brings his hands around, holding the box of chocolates out and lifting the other one to cup the back of his neck.] ... thank you, Hunk. You're rather charming yourself, ja?

Yeah, turns out it's the food that drugged me. Kind of worth it though, I think.

Sweet, chocolates! Thanks, man. And I got you a little...

[He rummages around in one of his pouch pockets and produces an envelope. Kurt's name is scrawled on the front and Hunk's even managed to tie a little red bow around it.] Here, for you!

Ach! Well, that's no gut - food shouldn't be used in such a manner.

You're welcome! [Again, Kurt goes quiet once the box is taken, watching as Hunk digs about for ... something.

He gasps softly, drawing both hands up to cup around his mouth, widened eyes staring at the item he's being offered. Finally, he reaches to take the envelope, rubbing over the ribbon with his thumb and flushing with embarrassment.] Hunk, you didn't have to-- I mean, I wasn't expecting ...

[Another moment of silence, his head slowly lifting to look up at his new friend.] Thank you, again.

[The purple complexion is even more rewarding in person. Hunk's smile widens a touch.]

It's not much, I had to be quick. But I figured a guy willing to teleport to see a total stranger and give him chocolates should get something back. Plus you're like, really really cool.

[Inside the envelope Kurt will find a note, handwritten, that says simply "IOU: one pancake breakfast."]

[He gets the envelope open rather easily, being careful to not tear it too much as he bends the flap out of the way and removes the note. Before he reads it, though, he brings his attention back to Hunk, hoping that his face isn't getting any darker. ~~Spoilers: it definitely is.~~]

Well, I said I was giving out chocolate and you wanted some, right? Getting to make a new friend out of the deal is just a plus. Also, have you heard the saying, 'flattery will get you everywhere'?

[The blue boy laughs and glances at the paper in his hand, bewilderment suddenly overtaking his features.] You ... you want to have breakfast with me?

[Hunk's grin goes a little sheepish; he's shifting from foot to foot a bit nervously.] Yeah! I mean, if you don't mind. Just thought it'd be nice and all, especially with us living so close!

Any kind of pancakes you like, just name it.

[His cheeks may or may not be a little pink too.]

[Unsure as to how he's supposed to respond, Kurt swallows hard and ducks into the collar of his jacket, the indigo flush spreading across the bridge of his nose and all the way up to the points of his ears. Gosh, why's he so embarrassed? They're simply discussing breakfast, although that's the thing: he's never exactly planned to have food with someone. (Aside from he and Wanda making waffles, but that sort of just happened.)

Whatever pancakes he wanted, though?

It takes him a moment to work past the awkwardness, his head raising back up and tipping to the side in curiosity.] What a variety to choose from. Red velvet, chocolate chip, blueberry, banana nut ... Hmmm!

[Now, he's thinking about pancakes.]

[Hunk just hoped he was awkwardly blushing because he was happy and not vecause he put his new friend on the spot. Plus breakfast was totally the most important meal of the day. He rubbed his chin at Kurt's list, considering it with a serious hum.]

All solid choices. Sounds like we may need to have breakfast more than once.

[He's more than happy - thrilled, actually. Kurt isn't quite used to people wanting to hang out with him and the fact that he and Hunk had only met face to face a few minutes ago and were now making breakfast plans is incredible to him. Maybe the whole 'making friends' thing wouldn't be as hard on an alien planet.

A huff of a laugh passes his lips, quick hands folding the note to put back into the envelope, then moving to put that into the pocket of his coat.] I can eat a lot of food. My metabolism is absurdly fast.

[Hunk was certainly determined to make this friendship happen. It was the first person he'd met on his own since arriving here, and he was pretty sure he hit the jackpot.]

Good to know. Don't worry though, I'm used to cooking in bulk. [ He grinned ] I have a big family. Plus I cook for everyone on the Voltron team. Why is it that the tiny guys can always pack away so much?

[Honestly, it's a breath of fresh air to have someone so willing to make friends with him. The giddy feeling he has about their next get-together almost derails his thoughts, but he's quickly brought back to the conversation when Hunk mentions preparing copious amounts of food.]

Ist gut, ja? [Kurt glances down at himself, shrugging his shoulders and swishing the end of his tail.] The teleporting is part of my problem. Sometimes, I feel like I should be carrying around bags of snacks.

"That's good" is what that meant, right? How do you say "very?" Because I think it needs a "very."

I can totally see how that would work, and it makes sense from an engineering perspective. I don't know how your teleporting works exactly, but moving mass from one place to another takes energy. Human bodies are just really awesome machines, you know. Most machines are built to emulate people for that very reason.

.. heh. [He rubbed the back of his neck again, obviously his go-to nervous gesture] Which is engineer talk for saying "no wonder you eat a lot."

Correct. Saying 'sehr gut' or if you want to project more enthusiasm, 'sehr wunderbar' would do the trick!

It's something that my teachers and I were and still are working with. So far, we haven't done any sort of experimenting with the mechanics of it.

[Taking note of the gesture, Kurt smiles gently and shifts his hands to slip them into the back pockets of his jeans.] I think it's fascinating and frightening all the same. When I was still living on Earth, we would train against robots called Sentinels. They were almost human-like, but obviously lacked the emotional capacities of such beings.

Sehr gut. And sehr wunderbar works on like... people, food, everything?

Yeah, we trained with robots too, but none of them were like... sentient or anything. I was part of the Galaxy Garrison so we had to take a round of everything. Wasn't a big fan of the fighting and I was kinda hoping to avoid it once school was over.

[Sudden realization -- Hunk has effectively just like, skipped out on weeks or months of school.] ... oh man. I'm gonna fail out of the Garrison. My mom's gonna be so mad.

Ja, it does! Sehr simply means 'very', so 'very' gut. [Except he still has an accent, haha.]

Sounds familiar, actually. When I was rescued from Germany and brought to America, I was taken to a school that I ended up enrolling into and now, we practice fighting on a weekly basis. It's to protect ourselves and others from people that might try to start problems, but it's somewhat hard on a pacifist. [He chuckles and rolls his shoulders in a shrug.

Although, at the recognition on Hunk's face, Kurt's brow creased ever so slightly.] I don't think she would be too angry with you, once you explain what happened! We still have the possibility of going home, right?

Okay, okay. So what about "Me" and "You?" How do I say those?

Oh, you're a pacifist? That's really cool, actually. My mom believes really heavily in pacifism. I ... try. I'm not an angry guy, you know? I didn't think I'd ever need the skills 'cause, c'mon. Engineer. What, am I gonna fight with a switch box? [He lets out a short laugh.] But now I have this huge gun and a huge robot lion and I have to fight stuff all the time. And I know that it's to keep other people safe, but.. even if they're the enemy, they're still people with families, you know?

[He bites the inside of his cheek.] No, no I mean before here. We kinda got.. sucked through a portal by the Garrison and were taken like, thousands of lightyears away at least. We've been out there for months, before we ended up here even.

'Me' is mich and 'you' is du. Together, it would be: "Ich und Du."

I am. I've never really understood the point of fighting when it does nothing, but cause more pain. Completely understandable to not think about battle training in a career of that choice. [He nods his head in a comprehensive manner, flicks the spade of his tail over his left shoulder and sighs quietly.] I do know, ja. The first battle I got into was against this mutant that had a serious god complex. The people that followed him were different; he played off their emotions - took advantage of the turmoil they were in. He had to be stopped, though.

[He simply won't mention what had happened with the plane crash or the events that followed after that.] Oh, oh! I thought you meant--well, nevermind what I thought, but really? How did you end up getting sucked through a portal?

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