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[porcelainpride]

[Kurt's outside, walking briskly and looking a little bit singed around the edges.]

Protip: the big wolf-like things don't care for fire.

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[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra is laughing.]

Where were you yesterday when Lassie was trying to kill me? You okay?

[porcelainpride]

In my room, because someone wouldn't let me help. [Pretending to scowl, but he's obviously proud of himself.]

I'm toasted medium to well-done, but I'll live.

[goodluckkobra]

I'd offer my brother to take care of you, but he might just... make you crispier.

[He laughs, because it's tragically true.]

[porcelainpride]

...your brother's here?

[goodluckkobra]

Yeah! [Now he's all excited!] Pink hair, frightening demeanor, threatens to shank everyone. I would tell you he's harmless, but he's not.

[porcelainpride]

...he sounds lovely.

[goodluckkobra]

Well, I really like him. He's a good brother. [He smiles.] You have any siblings back home?

[porcelainpride]

That's what's most important, I guess. [Smiles a little.] A stepbrother. He's sort of an idiot, but I love him.

[goodluckkobra]

Sounds like a brother, alright. [He thinks about how happy he was to see Poison.] We'll get you home, Kurt.

[preytosociety]

Which method did you use?

[porcelainpride]

Hairspray. The only problem I had was that at the last second the wind blew the wrong way.

[preytosociety]

... is every man here just incapable of not getting injured? Are you okay?

[Kurt, she had such high hopes for you compared to the others!]

[porcelainpride]

Mildly toasted, nothing serious. The fire...blast...thing was bigger than I anticipated.

[preytosociety]

[She does not look impressed. Anger is how she expresses her feelings. Just ask her housemates.]

What is the state of your eyebrows? I can't tell from this angle. If you need someone to draw them back on, I volunteer.

Where are you going?

[porcelainpride]

I'm afraid to look. [Moves around so she can see his face better. They're singed, but still there.]

To visit. Are you decent? Are your housemates decent? Should I come back another time? [Singed-eyebrow-wiggle.]

[preytosociety]

You're fine. [Mostly...]

[Oh my god, Kurt, shut up! You just triggered haughty-Lydia.] I'm always decent, as is Daneel. The other two are an entirely different story. [With a brief appearance by scary-Lydia] Why would you need to come back another time?

[Don't say it, Kurt. It's a trap! If you value your fashionable life, you will not!]

[porcelainpride]

In case you're indisposed. [The most innocent and benign of smiles goes here.]

[onteamdyson]

They also hate it when you leave half-eaten pizza crusts on their coffee table and drink their last beer without replacing it.

Nice face.

[porcelainpride]

...they what?

Thank you, I like it.

[onteamdyson]

... Inside joke? Guess you had to be there. Don't worry about it.

Seems like you got some .... fire. Over-- ... everywhere. Facial region, specifically. Marshmallow roasting gone horribly, horribly wrong? For future reference, you're supposed to blow the fire out before you eat them.

[porcelainpride]

I, ah...guess so.

No, no, no, I lit some hairspray on fire.

[onteamdyson]

SWEET! Always wanted to try that. And I'm guessing it worked because you're not in a stomach right now!

[porcelainpride]

It did. For the moment. What house do you live in, again?

[onteamdyson]

The one closest to the lighthouse. The big one. With Phil and the super-spies.

[porcelainpride]

Ohhhh, fun. Care for visitors?