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[Kurt's not having a good couple of days. The jarring and unnerving earthquake had the unfortunate side effect of completely leveling his major base of operations, the diner. So all cookie-baking activity has been moved to his house, which has a much smaller kitchen.

Never one to let troubles get him down, Kurt is carefully picking through the rubble to see if any spatula's survived. He could use the help, if you're passing along.

Or, if you're too far away, he's accidentally(?) left his communicator on, so the song he's softly singing can be heard all over the network.]

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[Kurt's reply is too flustered and quick to really come off as "cool".] You'll never know, will you?

[His minute smile looks slightly more pleased at Kurt's response, but he decides to go back to the pile of bricks.] So what were you hoping to find here, Kurt?

Nothing in particular. [He leans over, picking up a mangled spoon and waving it around.] Anything I could save, really.

[He raises an eyebrow and slowly crosses his arms.] Well, then... [Annnnd, he'll just be standing here... 'supervising', or something.]

[Kurt will try to bend the spoon back into shape, then look up, arching an eyebrow.] Did you need something?

[The Outsider almost did a double take and then looked just the tiniest bit hurt. No one had ever just... sent him away. It was an honor to be in his presence. His eyes darkened to a deeper black, but he couldn't think of much to say - he didn't need anything.] No. [His brow knit for half a second as he fidgeted and then turned on his heels and started to walk away, kicking a small piece of broken brick as he retreated.]

[And Kurt laughs, standing up and catching at the Outsider's sleeve.] I was just wondering. You don't need to leave.

[If he'd looked a bit put out before, Kurt's laugh makes it obvious. Laughing. At him. He's not even sure how to react to that except to be appalled. The tug on his sleeve earns Kurt a dubious look as he moves his arm away.

He stares through Kurt for a good minute, considering his words like he'd just said something earth shattering. After a long pause, he decides to accept what Kurt has said as an apology and a form of begging for him to stay. Placated, his expression settles back into a blank slate.] Very well. I'll stay then.

[Rather than be offended or put off, Kurt actually looks somewhat endeared by this. He'll scoot over and pat his cement seat invitingly.] Come, pull up a bit of rubble.

Oh. Well.... yea, I suppose. [It looks a little, okay a lot, dirty, but the gesture is nice, so he decides to push down the slight distaste he feels when thinking about sitting on dusty rubble.] Not very comfortable, is it? [He asks with a slight smile at Kurt after he's settled in beside him.]

Not really. But it's...comforting, in a way. [Here, have a spoon to try and unbend.]

Comforting? I don't understa- oh... what do you want me to do with this? [He takes the spoon and simply looks at it. No super human strength over here.]

See if you can bend it back into shape? [Kurt's going to do the same. Not even saying please. Rude.]

[He tries unenthusiastically to bend the spoon and gives up almost immediately, pursing his lips.] We have some of these in the kitchen of the house we're staying in, why are we trying to bend these one?

Because we only have a finite amount. And these have...sentimental value. [This second reason is spoken in a somewhat embarrassed undertone.]

[He raises an eyebrow at the spoon and briefly wonders if they're even talking about the same thing.] I... see.

You're fond of the spoons because... you were the kitchen maid?

[That gets a mildly miffed look.] I made things in the diner. I wasn't a "kitchen maid".

[Now it's The Outsider's turn to be confused.] Oh... but didn't you say earlier that you were? [Why you gotta confuse him like that, Kurt?]

If I did, I didn't mean to. [Come on, read his mind.]

Quite alright. People lie all the time. it's part of your nature, one of the most fascinating parts in my opinion. [He says with a little smile.]

[Looooong pause.]

You...don't consider yourself a person?

I'm The Outsider, of course I'm not a mortal like you. [He says it like it would be ridiculous to think otherwise.]

...oh. [Looking at him with more interest now.]

What? If you would like some clarification please don't hesitate to ask. I'm anything but secretive. [Another amused little smirk.]

What sort of immortal are you, exactly?