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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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?

And mutants are people with fancy powers where you're from, right? Sucks that you're fighting each other. We have a similar guy where I'm from. He used to be a part of our team, even. Now all he wants to do is tear the world apart.

Ugh, long story. Has to do with how we found our lions, though, and a lot of it is still sort of up in the air. But basically we landed there, were told our new jobs were to fight for the justice of this galaxy, and had no way to get home. It was a good cause and I'm glad we're doing it, just... I dunno.

[He shakes his head and brings back his smile.] So ... okay, first German sentence here. Du ist wunderbar! [He tries to sound confident but he warbles a little on the end; he's pretty sure he got something wrong, but hey, that's how you learn right?]

That's right! Everybody's powers vary, too. It's incredible how many different abilities there are. [A brief pause as he contemplates the similarities of their lives. He'd thought Hunk and his friends were human, but from the sounds of it, they're all special people, no matter what sort of 'beings' they may be. The fact they are fighting for a similar cause is also interesting to him.] We have quite a lot in common, Hunk.

[Kurt withdraws the left hand from his back pocket and raises it to rub the mussed spikes at the back of his head.] It's a lot to take in all at once. I can understand why you might be slightly hesitant to jump right into something like that. I'm uncertain myself, but I know my teammates probably have doubts of their own, too.

[When Hunk smiles, he lets his own features soften, the edges of his lips quirking at the other male's first attempt at speaking German. He's heard his native tongue a million times, though when the words click, the blue-skinned teen's eyes widen as he lifts his head to better meet Hunk's gaze. No, it's not perfect, but that's what makes the attempt even more admirable.

Cheeks tinting violet, Kurt sheepishly dips his head and threads his digits through the hair at his nape.] Dankeschön, or in English, "Thank you."

[If he didn't say it quite right, by the purple on Kurt's cheeks he at least got the meaning across. He grinned a little, fighting the urge to rub the back of his neck again.]

You're welcome. Don't know how to say that one yet, so. [Aaaand now you're babbling, Hunk.]

Oh! [He smacks his forehead with his palm] We've been standing out here talking all this time, didn't even think. You wanna just come inside?

[Wonderful, wonderful; it's a word that he's spoken time and time again, but this is the first time he's heard it as a description for himself. He clears his throat and shifts from one foot to the other, lowering his arm to his side while bringing those iridescent eyes back up to Hunk's face.]

Oh, 'you're welcome' is bitteschön. [Is he feeding into it by answering? He's really liking the fact that Hunk is wanting to learn his language.]

Uhm, ja, sure! I don't think I have any other chocolates to deliver right now.

Bitte-- [Hunk choked on the word, laughing a little.] I think I'm gonna have to practice that one.

Awesome, come on in! [He sweeps his large arm towards the entrance on the porch.] I just made some cookies if you're interested. Chocolate chip. My team's eating 'em like they're starving, so act fast. [He turned to glance at him over his shoulder, grin wide.]

[He blinks in surprise at the abruptly ended word then huffs an airy sort of giggle in return.] Practice makes perfect, mein freund!

Thank you. [Kurt steps up onto the porch, features visibly perking and his eyes sparking to life while he follows close behind Hunk. He meets the taller boy's gaze with an enthusiastic show of fangs, the heart-shaped end of his tail flicking.] I'm definitely interested. How could I say no to cookies?

I'll just have to keep pestering you for more practice, then. [ Another grin. ]

[ They made their way inside, Hunk pausing by the door to let Kurt enter. ] Never trust a guy who doesn't like cookies. [ He gave a solemn nod and closed the door behind Kurt, nodding towards the kitchen. He caught his first real glance at the guy's tail though and grinned. ] Hey, your tail is heart shaped! That's seriously adorable.

It's not bothering if I'm enjoying teaching you, ja?

[After they're both inside, the blue boy takes a moment to look around, head bobbing in appreciation at the area they've stepped into.] Truly life-saving advice right there. [He chuckles again and heads for the kitchen when Hunk gestures toward it, pausing mid-step to glance over his shoulder at the mention of the shape of his tail.] O-Oh, uhm, just the end of it ...

[He's not blushing - yet.]

.. well, good. Glad I'm not bugging you at least. And hey, if there's anything I can teach you I'd be happy to repay the favor.

[ Hunk tapped his chin thoughtfully. ] I mean the whole thing is pretty awesome looking, and it must be super convenient. But it's the heart shape at the end that makes it cute.

Off the top of my head, I can't think of anything, but as soon as I do, I will let you know!

[He turns on the ball of his foot to face Hunk again, reaching to grasp the tail between both of his hands, fingers rubbing over the length of the appendage.] 'Convenient' is a nice word to use, [he murmurs, trying to keep from looking at his feet when those marked blue cheeks begin to tint indigo again.] It's entirely prehensile, which means I can do all sorts of things with it.

Or if you need anything built or fixed up or whatever. I'm pretty handy! [He flexes a little as if to prove it, then laughs good-naturedly.]

[Though he almost chokes at that last comment. He'd been around Lance way too long to miss out on the latent innuendo -- whether Kurt meant it or not. He flushed red and coughed into his hand.] Uh-- good to know. Noted.

[He chuckles also, moving one hand up to cup over his mouth, though that does nothing to hide the way the corners of his eyes crease with elation.] I'm sure you are, ja!

[When Hunk immediately becomes flustered, Kurt releases the tail and lets it return behind him again, brow creasing with confusion. He notes the blush then wrinkles his nose at the other gesture.] Did ... did I say something wrong?

[Yep, it wasn't intentional. Fantastic. Lance has officially ruined his brain forever. He's still bright red as he waves his hands.] Nope! Nope. You're fine. I mean--

[AUGH]

You're cool, man. Just ... a friend of mine corrupting my mind is all.

[Dang it, Lance, why you gotta ruin good things? Kurt almost reaches out to Hunk, but hesitates at the last second, iridescent eyes flickering to crimson at the larger boy waving his hands.] Meaning ...?

[He's got no clue.]

Oh. [A genuinely curious blink, followed by an equally sincere question:] How is he corrupting your mind?

[He's too ...........

innocent?

precious?

Hunk is dying on the inside. He just stares for a second, then turns to face the wall. After bracing his arm against it for a second, he just -- thumps his head. And then again.]

How are you real?

[There's a moment where it's absolutely silent between them - Kurt simply staring at Hunk with unabashed curiosity, head somewhat tilted.

Then, Hunk is thudding his head against the wall and the blue boy reacts without thinking.

A resonating BAMF, a swirl of midnight colored smoke and Kurt is standing between Hunk and the wall, both of his arms raised so his hands can hold the other male's forehead away from it. The fact that he's between said barrier and Hunk doesn't really occur to him because he's more worried about keeping his new friend's head from being bruised.]

I beg your pardon? [Good Lord, he's not even kidding with this innocence.]

[Hunk's read about situations like these in stories. He's seen Lance flirt at school. Heck, he's even seen people make out in positions like these in the hallways back at the dorms. But he's never been in one himself. He's never imagined himself in one, even. It just seemed... weird. Unlike him, even.

Yet here he was, Kurt pressed flush against him with his back against the wall and Hunk wondering idly if it hurt his tail to be pressed there like that.

Oh, and naturally, he was also bright red. Because that was helping. Was it normal for your mouth to totally dry out in situations like these? He'd have to ask his buddies later, when his brain was working again.]

You're... what're you... [he clears his throat] You really have no idea, do you? [He stares for a moment in wonder; he doesn't even think he was ever this innocent.]

[Honestly, Kurt doesn't understand the awkwardness of the situation; he could have teleported onto Hunk's shoulders and held his head back that way, but for some reason, this seemed easier and far less uncomfortable for the both of them.

Or so he's assuming, anyway. God forbid, the actual position be explained to him while he's standing like this.]

Wh ... what?

[Okay, he is aware of how ... intimate it feels to have another body flush with his own, but if he moves away, will Hunk keep hitting his head? He barely shifts to press himself more firmly back against the wall, flicking his tail around his side and swallowing past the forming lump in his throat.] What exactly am I not understanding?

[This is bad. This is bad bad bad. Why was he getting sweaty? Why was it hard to breathe? It took Hunk about two seconds to figure out the answers to those questions, and unfortunately those answers just led him to even more questions about himself.

He swallowed, then slowly pulled back a little. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Focus, Hunk. Focus. He cleared his throat, willing the pink his cheeks to vanish.]

Sorry about that. Totally not your fault. That was just-- I mean, the way you just kinda ... pressed in there like that is a little ... uh. [How the hell should he even say it?]

Intimate.

[Go figure, he would make a new friend and cause things to be stupidly awkward on their first meeting. How could he turn this around?

Hunk's face sure looked pretty red ... Kurt hesitantly withdraws his hands, curling them into fists once they're at his sides, his shoulders abruptly dropping - much like his heart into his stomach at Hunk's words.]

O-Oh, [he stammers, his own face starting to flush again, both hands re-lifting to cup over his face.] I, uhm ... you were hitting your head and ...

[Parting his fingers, Kurt peeks up at Hunk as his knees begin to slowly bend, causing him to start sliding down the wall, his voice slightly muffled by the hands at his cheeks.] Sorry ... I'm sorry.

[That snapped Hunk out of it. He could figure his own stuff out later. He kneeled down, positioning himself at level with where Kurt had slid down the wall.]

Hey, no man, it's totally cool. [He smiled, reaching out to tug gently at one of the hands covering his face.] Really.

[Once his rear thumps against the floor, he bends his knees to his chest and tries to shrink back even more, as if he could disappear into the wall or something.

Although, Hunk reaching out startles him ever so slightly, which allows the older of them to take hold of his hand to move it away from his face. Kurt blinks rapidly, head canting to the left.] ... are you sure?

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/chinhands :'D

OMFG

ahaha oops???

EVERYTHING IS AWFUL WITH HUNKS FACE ATM

SORRY NOT SORRY

FINE LETS DO THIS BE IT ON YOUR HEAD

unashamedly takes the blame

how effing dare you

again i have no shame

ME EITHER APPARENTLY

waves hand at shame

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