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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.

Comments

[onteamdyson]

It's because I'm Canadian, isn't it? Racist!

[She gets it, Kurt. She does. But sexual orientation is definitely not a big deal when you're roomies with a succubus.]

But I agree to the FWCB terms.

[porcelainpride]

You've found me out.

Now come and escort me.

[onteamdyson]

Yes sir!

[Action]

[She picks up her crossbow and heads for the door, loading it before stepping outside. It's easy to pretend to be fearless when you're holding some medieval weaponry.

She keeps walking until she sees Kurt.]

[porcelainpride]

[Unfortunately for the Little Red imagery, Kurt's coat is grey. Plus side for him, though: he camouflages more. At least he had the poetic decency to put the goodies in a basket.

Lady with a crossboy, hullo. He'll wave at her, stepping delicately around shrubbery and whatnot.]

[onteamdyson]

[Dammit, he's too cute. Now she's pretty much required to protect this adorabillity.

Kenzi winks rather than waving to keep her hands on the weapon. See? She can be safe! Sometimes. Usually. She catches up so she can walk beside him.]

Hey babycakes. Nice goodies. And the banana bread looks okay, too.

[porcelainpride]

[He's the most cutest! And he's going to giggle and wiggle his hips a little, flirtatiously.] Thank you kindly~