[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[ecclesiophobic]

[He pauses, as thought gathering up his courage to admit something horrible.] I never have understood why everyone went mad over Jean. [Kurt you troll.]

[passingthrough]

I know you can't see it right now, but I hope you can feel me rolling my eyes at you. [She pulls back with a smirk.] Don't think I haven't caught on to your anti-redhead thing. I know you, Kurt Darkholme.

[ecclesiophobic]

[He grinning shamelessly when she leans back, eyes alight with mischief. Hands somewhat free, he gestures with one and his tail to articulate his points.] Can you blame me? Look at my mother and then say you can blame me for preferring brunettes.

[passingthrough]

Hey, if you're going to have mommy issues with the ladies you go for, that's the direction to have them. [Away, not towards.] Of course your sister's a brunette. [She doesn't have to use her kid gloves when playing with Kurt, right?]

[ecclesiophobic]

Nein, really? I never noticed that before. [Rogue's also outspoken and capable of hurting him very easily, but he's not giving Kitty more ammo. Instead, a distraction!] You know, in the world I went to, Wagner dated one of his sisters before joining the priesthood.

[passingthrough]

Woah! One of his sisters? Who are these multiple sisters and was it Rogue? [Making an unintentional face here that's somewhere between this is gross and tell me more!]

[ecclesiophobic]

Thankfully for the sake of my remaining mental capacity, nein. The woman who raised him had a daughter named Amanda. Apparently he didn't feel like going very far to find a lover. [And though he's grinning, Kitty's probably close enough to feel the random 'ew ew ew' twitches he's trying to suppress.] Needless to say, the other Kurt here can never know this.

[passingthrough]

[Mouthing "wow" at him.] I wonder if other Kurt has a sister named Amanda. ...Or a girlfriend named Amanda. [So much teasing. But her smile turns more fond.] Are you protective of him? [Because that would be sweet. She definitely is.]

[ecclesiophobic]

He'd better not. I'm giving serious thought to avoiding all women named Amanda on principle. [The grin fades from Kurt's face as the question brings to mind another version of himself he'd met; a young boy named Kurt Waggoner. He was younger than the other Kurt here and so excited to see another version of himself. Darkholme had shoved him away, and then watched the boy die in front of him.] I suppose I am.

[passingthrough]

Yeah, me too. [But she's paying more attention to his expression now.] Kurt?

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt swallows hard and shakes his head.] Not--not tonight. Ask me about Waggoner when I don't have plans for the evening.

[passingthrough]

[She rubs his arm and nods, wondering at "Waggoner" but not asking.] Consider it tabled.

...So, you have plans?

[ecclesiophobic]

Danke.

[He actually musters a smile; weak, but there.] Mhm. I'm going to be spending the evening with Wrath.

[passingthrough]

Yeah? [Tilting her head and looking curious.] What are you and Wrath going to be doing?

[ecclesiophobic]

Oh, I imagine we'll find something to do. [And he's a little glad of still feeling melancholy, because otherwise he'd find it difficult to keep a straight face.] She's really a lovely woman.

[passingthrough]

It's a date? [Maybe a hint of amusement, but that's just for comfort's sake. She's actually really happy for him and Wrath and maybe also nervous for both of them with a side of just a tiny hint of weird jealousy.] Should I be helping you pick out something to wear and brushing your hair?

[ecclesiophobic]

[He does smile then, even as he shakes his head.] We're not dating, Kitty. We just.. keep each other company.

[passingthrough]

In bed? Without clothes? If it was a movie what would the rating be? Stop me when this gets weird. [It's well past weird.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Now he is smiling, his grin widening with each guess.] Now Kitty, what have I told you about a gentleman's affairs?

[passingthrough]

Now the first thing she did the morning after the dance when she saw Winn and me together was to congratulate me on getting laid. These were her words. [She practically blushes just retelling it. Partially because she just said "getting laid" to Kurt and it feels a little weird and wrong.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt chuckles fondly, his expression hinting toward warmth.] That sounds like her. I wish I'd been awake to join in the congratulations.

[passingthrough]

Uh huh, and would you have been nice about it? Poor easily nervous boyfriend. What had you sleeping in so late anyway? Have a bit too much at the dance? Should I have been chaperoning?

[ecclesiophobic]

Kitty. Putting the fact that I hate mornings, I want you to think about the questions you're asking for just a minute.

[passingthrough]

[She slows down and looks at him.] What? [Just tell her things. Must everything be pulling information out of unwilling men who love her? Seriously.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[He's trying really hard not to laugh at her.] I did have a bit to drink, but I also had very lovely company after I was done with the party. How do you think I got all the dye off?