The Park, Saturday Morning
Kurt couldn't remember a thing after being ambushed by the gremlins last night. Especially since his mun quit playing in order to watch the opening ceremonies. So, it was a little surprising for him to wake up in the top of a tree in the park. Wearing a kilt, a vest, and thick hiking boots. Covered in fake tattoos. And carrying a fiddle.
"Was...?"
He tapped at his image inducer, but all of it appeared to be real, and not an illusion -- including the painted-on tattoos, which were going to be HELL to get out of his fur.
"Oh, MAN..." Kurt sighed, stretched, and hung upside-down from a branch for a bit, trying to wake the rest of the way up and clear his head. "That's the LAST time I do something that stupid..."
"Was...?"
He tapped at his image inducer, but all of it appeared to be real, and not an illusion -- including the painted-on tattoos, which were going to be HELL to get out of his fur.
"Oh, MAN..." Kurt sighed, stretched, and hung upside-down from a branch for a bit, trying to wake the rest of the way up and clear his head. "That's the LAST time I do something that stupid..."