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driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
cajunspice) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
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Back from the Dead
Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
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[ It felt like forever that he stood there and kissed Remy, the sensation nearly burning, but in that pleasant way that left him wanting more. Needing more, even. The first time Remy left, it had left a rent in his heart. Ever since he had returned, they'd been able to spend hardly any time together between their respective comas. If Kirk were more sentimental and romantic, he might dare to say they were star crossed.
Kirk eased back, a faint smile crossing his lips. ]
Come on. I should get you somewhere you can sit before your legs give out.
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Oh, I don't know. I think I would personally like the view - and you too, from that angle.
[ He smirked and glanced sideways at Remy as they made for Kirk's quarters, giving his hip a squeeze. ]