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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[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?

[Hunk's grin softens a touch.]

Totally sure. Just surprised me is all. [He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.] First time that's happened to me and I kind of reacted like a dweeb. Sorry.

[He breathes a sigh of relief, shaking his head and softly laughing at their rather awkward reactions to the situation.]

No, not at all! I should have probably ... done something different. [The hand that Hunk isn't holding raises to motion toward the lingering smog.] The, uhm, smoke should go away soon and the sulfur doesn't last long, but if it gets irritating, you could light candles or incense?

The smoke?

[ Hunk sniffed the air and then shrugged. ] Doesn't bother me. Kinda makes me think of hard boiled eggs. Huh. I can't believe I didn't even notice that before. You're like, really distracting.

Ja, from the teleporting?

[He blinks again then snorts, gently clenching his fingers around Hunk's while bringing the free hand to cover his mouth.] Match heads are another thing it's been compared to. [Annnd cue that blush returning.] I am?

[ Hunk automatically squeezed Kurt's hand back, warming a little. ] Yeah, I can see that. It's not bad or anything. Just surprising.

[ A firm nod, followed by a big grin. ] You totally are. I mean do you always press yourself between guys and walls or am I special?

[The returned grip is reassuring and he can't resist the urge to smile. Kurt lowers the other hand to the collar of his shirt, drawing it up to lightly sniff. It's for a reason; he's not weird, okay?] At least I can sort of cover it up?

[Yeah, that flush is not disappearing anytime soon. After clearing his throat, he shrugs his shoulders, lowers the arm from his neck to rest on his knee and turns away.] No, I ... I don't. You would be the first to get me between yourself and a wall.

[That sounds way worse than it really should.]

Yeah? With what? And why even bother? Ooh, is it to be sneakier? So like bad guys can't track you or something?

[Hunk coughed, blushed again and grinned.] Guess that makes me a little special, huh?

Natural scents? Well, I'm sure it helps, but I'm already quite sneaky. [A brief flash of fangs, followed by another shrug.] It's funny you mention that! I know someone who has an enhanced sense of smell and he can track people by scent for miles and miles.

[Oops, he's rambling.

Which is the perfect time for him to notice that they are definitely holding hands, blushing and potentially looking enamored with one another. He can feel the tips of his ears burning, even as he begins to loosen his fingers from Hunk's and pull back with some reluctance.

This has got to be one of the most intimate moments he's shared with anyone and he has to admit, his heart's beating much faster than normal.] Y-You are special, Hunk. Ever since our message on the network, you've been nothing but friendly, understanding and welcoming toward me.

Your sincerity and kindheartedness seems to know no bounds.

[He huffs a short breath and lifts his head to meet Hunk's gaze with animated golden irises, those sharp canines peeking past the dark of his lips in another grin.] Speaking of, [he starts, reaching to cup the back of his neck,] hadn't there been a mention of cookies?

I bet you are. What with all that poofing and stuff. [He grinned.] That is so cool. Having abilities like that must be really handy sometimes. Our lions can do stuff, but not us.

[He lets Kurt untangle their fingers, and it's only then that he really notices that they were holding hands. Even through his blush he's a little sad to let the hand go.

And if he thought he was blushing before, he was positively on fire after what Kurt had to say next. Not a lot of people said these kinds of things to Hunk's face.]

Yeah, well, you deserve it. You're a really good guy, you make it easy. [There's that soft smile, and he's staring at those badass eyes of his ... and then his own eyes widen. He stood up quickly, turning towards the kitchen counter.]

Oh yeah! Man, I totally forgot. Told you you were distracting.

Being able to blend seamlessly into shadows is also helpful for stealth. [It's convenient for sure, but--] I'm positive that you and your friends are all special in your own certain ways. The way you spoke of ... engineering? Is that right? You are so passionate about it!

[The slight disappointment on Hunk's face doesn't go unnoticed; he dips his head in embarrassment and to also hide the confusion that comes across his face. Why would Hunk be upset about letting his hand go? Weren't they ... odd?

He prefers to not linger on that thought for long and Hunk's comment easily draws his attention once more, his smile returning with ease.]

Thank you very much. [Had they not just been in that somewhat compromising position, Kurt might have attempted to make a self-deprecating joke, but it seemed a little inappropriate after that. He pushes himself up on the wall and shifts to get to his feet, the length of his tail absently twitching as if grateful to be relieved of the excess pressure.]

Ach, I beg your pardon! You can't put it all on me. [His tone is teasing, though, nose wrinkled and his eyes playfully narrowed while he steps up to the counter beside Hunk.]

You're gonna have to show me that someday too. And you totally still owe me a ride somewhere. [Oh man that was gonna be awesome.] Heh, engineering is more like a learned skill, though. You study it, practice and get good at it. [He poked Kurt's arm playfully.] Pretty sure no amount of studying is gonna give me the ability to teleport all by myself. That's seriously cool.

[Ha! Kurt made a joke! Hunk felt a warmth curl in his stomach, and it felt like victory mixed with ... something else.] Oh, don't worry, I plan on it. [He nodded sternly, then picked up a plate of chocolate chip cookies.] I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you take responsibility by eating these cookies.

Perhaps, if my teacher will allow it, you could come over to the school and we could claim the Danger Room for a day. I would be able to show you everything I can do, then. [He huffed at the poke, shifting to nudge Hunk with his elbow.] All true, but with how smart you are, I bet you could make a teleporting device and use it whenever you'd like.

[In mimed shock, Kurt draws both hands up to cup his cheeks, staring at the plate of cookies then bringing his gaze back to Hunk, the edges of his lips quirked with amusement.] I do hope you aren't expecting me to eat all of them because to be honest, I most likely could.

Oh, sweet, you have a school here? That's awesome! I'd love to come by if it's alright. [He gave Kurt a toothy grin.] Maybe, with the right tech. I'd have to do a lot of tests here, though. If gravity is even a little bit different it could have a big impact. And then there's the matter of what kind of energy source to use... it'd be fun to work out, though.

[He shook the plate of cookies at him again.] I do in fact expect you to eat them all. Do you know what kind of damage this much sugar could have on the people in my house? They'd be up all night.

I go to a special school, but ja! I'll ask him and send you message once I get his response. [He nods in understanding, brow furrowing with thought.] Well, if there's any way that I can be of assistance, don't hesitate to ask! I'm not sure how much help I can be, but I can try.

[A second, almost indignant sounding huff as he reaches to pick up one cookie - for now.] Oh, but it's okay if I'm up all night, right? [It's a joke; he knows his metabolism could burn off a dozen cookies before the day is over.]

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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