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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.)]
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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And Hunk had been one of those people; someone that truly cared about his well-being, despite it having no actual benefit to them. True friends were selfless and he'd experienced that here today, like a page from his own book. The thought almost makes tears spring to his eyes again, but he squeezes them shut, shakes his head and drops back against Hunk's shoulder.
He's a little bewildered at Hunk's abrupt turn of the head, though he isn't all there mentally and he's nowhere near as observant as he normally is. Of course, that doesn't mean his curiosity is entirely sated.]
Are you okay? [he inquires under his breath, trying to keep his gaze focused on Hunk's face, but he can't keep himself from yawning, which makes him briefly twist away so he can cover his mouth.
Once his tiredness had been forced back down, he returns his attention to the other male, that half-smile creasing his features once more. He's exhausted, but he wants to hear this and any other stories that Hunk's willing to tell him.] I don't. Please, tell me.