cape_kore | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[One thing can be said for Kurt -- even if he tends a little towards the dainty side, when the chips are down he doesn't mind getting dirty. His beloved yellow jacket has been safely stowed away, and the rest of his clothes are significantly grimier than they were when he arrived.

But he looks as chipper as can be expected -- mostly since he's found his way to the diner and is currently blissful over the fact that, while there isn't a Kitchenaid to be found, at least the stove isn't wood-burning.]

First person to bring me some sort of seafood so I can get this paella off the ground gets to pick dessert.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't blame you. High school is an unpleasant necessity, really.

Only if you're normal.

[Something about the way she says it seems to imply that it isn't a good thing to be normal.]

...uh-huh.

Seriously.

Seriously.

I guess you wouldn't get it. You're too... you know. Normal.

That's strange. Normally I get called the opposite.

Why? What do they usually call you?

There's a list.

Then tell me so I know what to call you!

[And yes, this all makes sense in her head.]

Kurt. Just Kurt is fine.

Oh! They called you Fart!

What's your last name?

No, actually, that wasn't nearly creative enough for them.

Princess and sissy were much more common.

[Elle smiles.]

I'm a princess. You don't even come close.

But you do look like a sissy...

[Eyebrow arch.] I'm aware.

Yeah. I guess you are.

So what to you do, Furt?

....I go to school. I sing. I bake things.

[And that gets Elle to stop and stare at him.]

You bake. Things.

I have a healthy appreciation for the culinary arts, yes.

But you can bake.

And cook.

...yes. Among other things.

[He wasn't the sexiest person around, but he's useful.]

You should like me, then. Because I like you.

[Or at least, she's willing to fake it if it can help her get food.]

You do, now, hm? Now that I've revealed that I'm useful?

[She doesn't look abashed, but she does look like she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.]

Is that a problem?

Ordinarily, yes, but right now I can't afford to be picky.

[She wraps her arms around his.] Phew! Can you imagine if you'd been difficult about it? [She doesn't say anything about what she means, but that murderous glint is in her eyes.]

Tell you what. You need my help with any of it, you can call me.

I wouldn't be so happy right now, I imagine.

Uhm...if you could find some fancy chocolate that isn't 75% butter and fat, that'd be great.