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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Kurt Wagner
[You find yourself in a rustic living room, and you know automatically that you are somewhere in Germany. Despite this, the only window shows a view of a part of New York known as Bayville. It's a cozy room that contains pieces of other rooms: a kitchen, and a studying area.
The study area is a bit of a mess. There's a desk there, with an open backpack slung over the chair. There's a bunch of papers that seem to be blank along the surface of the desk, along with a bookmarked Bibble and what seem to be a few trading cards bearing the image of one Captain America. And hanging over the desk is a banner for Bayville High, but it seems to have been torn.
The kitchen area is where you'll find Kurt himself, as true and blue as ever. He's wearing the casual clothes pictured in the icon, complete with shorts sticking out. Kurt happens to besitting at a table and chowing down on a number of junk foods, from burgers to hot dogs to chips. There is one burger, specifically known as a 'gut bomb', waiting on one lone plate for any visitor who wants it. Some muffins lay ignored entirely in one corner of the table, however. Also lying on the table is the watch that Kurt usually wears. A close look can show how high-tech it actually is, and there's a number of buttons that are just waiting to be pressed. Kurt himself will seem to focus on his food, but his eyes will follow the path of any visitors curiously, and he will speak if spoken to.
The actual living area seems relatively simple, if dirty. There is one table that has some photos on it. The most prominent picture frame bears version of this picture, but it looks like there's some blank space for more people on it. There is also a heart-shaped picture frame, but it remains empty at the moment. There's also a record player set up, but with no sign of a record. And there's a very old tv with an antenna, but it is displaying only static.
The floor itself is also quite dirty. There are some scraps of paper littering the ground, as well as a number of what seem to be pieces of stone. In fact, the pieces seem capable of fitting together.
Finally, there's a small closet off to the side. The door is ajar, but it emits an very ominous feeling. If someone approaches it, Kurt will set down his food and look very alert and concerned.]
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Dude! What is this? It's...it's beautiful.
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[Kurt smirks slyly as he says that between bites of his own food. Any annoyance to Sokka is forgotten in the face of this common bonding ground: food. Then he gives a soft, knowing shake of the head.]
I'd be wasting my time describing it! Just trust me and let your taste buds tell everything apart!
[If Sokka does eat the gut bomb, he will love it, even if some aspects of it clash with his personal tastes. That's because he's not actually eating it; he's experiencing Kurt's own memories of eating them and loving them.]
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This....this is th best thing I've ever tasted in my life.
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She doesn't touch anything at first, just sort of stands there and turns in a circle, admiring the clutter in open-mouthed awe.]
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So, what do you think?
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There's so much.
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Yep! More or less.
I guess you don't have a whole lot of stuff... Is it a Jedi thing?
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...but then he spots the blue guy in the kitchen, and all of the food he's surrounded in. and a direction suddenly becomes clear.
edging closer, he puts on his most apologetic smile.]
Oh, um... Sorry if I'm intruding.
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No way, man! That would be bogus.
Make yourself at home!
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You're sure? I'd hate to bother you during lunch... [or was it breakfast? maybe dinner...
either way, he does go ahead and take a seat, despite seeming so hesitant.]
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I was bored, really. [And he'll welcome anyone who doesn't immediately judge him for his appearance.]
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[Instead, she goes for the record player, because it's the most familiar thing here, and because it's probably the first thing she's seen in one of these rooms that actually makes her smile. Which she does at Kurt, small and a little shy, as her fingers trace the edges of it.]
Do you know how to waltz?
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Not exactly... I'm not too great at the fancy stuff.
But I do know how to boogie!
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[Damn him, that's really cute. She's grinning now, tipping her chin up, a little challenging.]
Okay, so prove it.
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Ohhhh man! I hope you have an appetite, because those words are going to be your breakfast!
[With that, he leaps up and starts going through some very embarrassing dance moves.]
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The amount of food might be slightly startling, however.
Phedre approaches the table, more out of curiosity than anything else.]
Hello, my lord?
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Yo!
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[She smiles back, and gives him a nod of greeting.]
Good afternoon. May I join you?
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[He gestures towards the empty chair.]
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So she calls out before she gets to the kitchen, trying to keep her hands to herself.]
Kurt...?
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Nami, is that you?
Welcome to my crib!
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Oh, well. Heading kitchenwards!] You've got a-- nice place here.
[I'm being polite, dude. GET A VACUUM CLEANER.]
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Kurt just keeps chilling and eating.]
Thanks! It's my parents' place... but with more of a 'me' touch, you know? Make yourself at home!
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