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This kid really does have the worst luck with crushes, doesn't he?
This kid really does have the worst luck with crushes, doesn't he?
I was trying to help him.
If this boy keeps being a coward about his feelings he's never going to find happiness.
If this boy keeps being a coward about his feelings he's never going to find happiness.
[Maybe he should have anticipated the question being posed back at him.
He blinks, then clears his throat, offering a little smile.]
... I'm healing well enough. I imagine once this cast is gone, I'll need to start putting my art to work — I would hate for one to be skinnier than the other. That would look rather ridiculous, wouldn't it...?
[Lucky him, his robes have big sleeves anyway.]
He blinks, then clears his throat, offering a little smile.]
... I'm healing well enough. I imagine once this cast is gone, I'll need to start putting my art to work — I would hate for one to be skinnier than the other. That would look rather ridiculous, wouldn't it...?
[Lucky him, his robes have big sleeves anyway.]
Well you might want to start giving it some serious thought then. Because with the way his powers are working right now, suicide has suddenly become a much messier option for him than it was before.
It might not kill HIM, but who knows who it winds up hurting in the process?
It might not kill HIM, but who knows who it winds up hurting in the process?
[Things Louis didn't expect to hear today: FUCKING THIS. Realy, genuine worry blooms in his chest for Thom. He didn't realise how bad things were- shit.]
Jesus fucking christ, do you have an off button? He really doesn't need you airing his dirty laundry around like this. Give him some fucking respect- fucking hell.
Jesus fucking christ, do you have an off button? He really doesn't need you airing his dirty laundry around like this. Give him some fucking respect- fucking hell.
The same off button all people have, I guess. But you don't like hearing about that, apparently.
It's not like I'm posting any of this on the public network. He trusts you.
It's not like I'm posting any of this on the public network. He trusts you.
YOU'RE getting personal. I've got every reason to be fucked off you're doing this shit to my friend. Why not just quit while you're ahead, because whatever bullshit you've got to say to me about him? It won't matter. Because guess what? I give enough of a shit about him to not hold it against him.
Too bad for you. Now kindly fuck off and stop doing... this shit to him.
Too bad for you. Now kindly fuck off and stop doing... this shit to him.
Hey, man!
You got an address? Since it's the holidays and all, I wanted to bring you a little something.
You got an address? Since it's the holidays and all, I wanted to bring you a little something.
Aww! You don't have to give me anything!
I'll be over in a bit!
[Hunk is able to type the address into his Fluid, since the goings on in the city had prevented him from becoming too familiar with it, and fortunately, it's not very far; just a straight shot down Main St.
It isn't long before Louis might hear a light and friendly knock on his front door.]
I'll be over in a bit!
[Hunk is able to type the address into his Fluid, since the goings on in the city had prevented him from becoming too familiar with it, and fortunately, it's not very far; just a straight shot down Main St.
It isn't long before Louis might hear a light and friendly knock on his front door.]
The next time Louis swings by Pixie's, he'll find a small parcel for him on the piano stool. It contains a tin of wood polish with a note taped to it that says For Chairles!, and (the real present) a contract to play at Pixie's two nights a week, indefinitely, as a paid performer.
[Kurt better believe he gets a message from Louis right after that. Well, not right after, because he probably hid in a corner for like five minutes. This means so goddamn much to him. It's a dream he long since put away - because it's not exactly one you can pursue in the zombie apocalypse- with the best will in the world. ]
Hey man, thanks for the gift. Like. Seriously, no kidding around. That's pretty much the best thing that anyone has ever given me.
Hey man, thanks for the gift. Like. Seriously, no kidding around. That's pretty much the best thing that anyone has ever given me.
if I'd known you felt that way about wood polish I would have found some for you sooner! 😉
[ Really, Kurt's over the moon, he loves pleasing people he cares about beyond anything else. ]
OK no more jokes.
You've earned it, Louis. I'm just glad that you want to keep coming by.
[ Really, Kurt's over the moon, he loves pleasing people he cares about beyond anything else. ]
OK no more jokes.
You've earned it, Louis. I'm just glad that you want to keep coming by.
Of course, I don't, but I did because that's the power of friendship.
[And you can't defeat the power of friendship, Hunk.
When the door knocks, there's a lot of loud barking on the other side of the door. It's the sort of bark one would expect to come out of a dog who would unhesitatingly tear someone's throat out if they crossed her. Which this dog absolutely would.
Of course, when Louis opens the door, letting out a lilting whistle to know the visitor isn't someone to tear the throat out of, Hunk instead gets a pit bull barrelling into him, stubby tail wagging happily. ]
Rosie, c'mon, don't maul Hunk. [He flashes a smile of apology, opening the door a little wider to let Hunk in, while using his leg to try and nudge the dog away. ] Sorry, she's still getting used to seeing so many new people.
[And you can't defeat the power of friendship, Hunk.
When the door knocks, there's a lot of loud barking on the other side of the door. It's the sort of bark one would expect to come out of a dog who would unhesitatingly tear someone's throat out if they crossed her. Which this dog absolutely would.
Of course, when Louis opens the door, letting out a lilting whistle to know the visitor isn't someone to tear the throat out of, Hunk instead gets a pit bull barrelling into him, stubby tail wagging happily. ]
Rosie, c'mon, don't maul Hunk. [He flashes a smile of apology, opening the door a little wider to let Hunk in, while using his leg to try and nudge the dog away. ] Sorry, she's still getting used to seeing so many new people.
However did you KNOW about my ceaceless love of wood polish? GOSH!
[Louis would understand that sentimentality only too well. He's happiest when he's making other people happier.]
I do!
Like, I love the place it's pretty awesome
And honestly, it's what I always wanted to do with my life
Before
You know
Zombies
I got something for you, too :)
[Louis would understand that sentimentality only too well. He's happiest when he's making other people happier.]
I do!
Like, I love the place it's pretty awesome
And honestly, it's what I always wanted to do with my life
Before
You know
Zombies
I got something for you, too :)
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