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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 is sewing, he mustn't be distracted -- ow, gdit, jabbed himself. He'll look up whilst sucking petulantly on his finger.] What?

Don't-- [He wags one finger.] --do not dig around in a fucking wreck scene. How old are you, I gotta tell you this? You oughta know these things. Not by yourself anyway or how, that's for sure.

I was not digging. I was looking. Getting closure.

[He rolls his eyes dramatically.] Okay, look--what the fuck am I saying to you? What'm I saying?

Don't get crushed by a pile of rubble. Which is sweet. You do care. [Reaches out and pats Party's shoulder, then hands him a little hemmed square of cloth.]

[He is about as happy as a feral cat with being petted, but he doesn't scratch. He is being sweet. Party takes the square and works his hands over it.] Don't be fucking stupid, is the bigger moral.

Whatsis?

Me? I never am.

It's a handkerchief! [:D :DDDD]

Oh. [He snickers. He likes it! No really!] Thought it was, uh. A fuckin--a pocket square!

...it's the same thing. [Judgey!face.]

I know that. [He totally didn’t know that.] I wear suits...all the time.

[Awww, you made him giggle. You're so funny.]

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