[active|closed] Yet Another Tea Based Log

[von_habsburg]

Characters:Austria "Antoine" & Kurt "Alejandro" Hummel
Setting/Location: 4th meeting room
Date & Time: Day 8, soon after this thread
Warnings:None? Not unless you think two men having tea needs a warning.
Summary: The two most fabulous men on the Caravan meet and have tea. Leave your conventional ideas about masculinity at the door if you please

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[isfullofennui]

Kurt glanced down at the hand on his arm, expression horrified, then swiftly snatched it back. The cup in his hand dripped tea onto his thumb, cool enough not to burn, and his eyes locked onto the wall; he didn't have the presence of mind to reprimand Austria for having a flawed concept of what was and wasn't appropriate for someone you'd just met, but the Look he'd given his arm as he folded it into his shoulder spoke volumes.

He didn't even want to think about where that hand had been.

Still, in the very least, he bit back a what do you think you're doing? in an attempt at civility, because civility never hurt anyone, and resolved that if Austria touched him again - camaraderie aside - he'd have to blacklist him.

"Yes," Kurt agreed, curling his fingers into his palm. "As astute as your suggestion is, I honestly don't want the force of an unmitigated caravan bearing down on me if we make the wrong decision. I think I speak for both of us when I say neither wants to fall on their own sword." He took a breath and sucked the tea from his thumb, eyebrows raised.