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[likeihatenazis]

Characters: likeihatenazis & isfullofennui Hummel
Setting/Location: Your friendly neighborhood Lere'unfru saloon.
Date & Time: Day 22, morning/afternoon
Warnings: Maybe language. Nothing serious.
Summary: Father and son have a family reunion in order to stare at each other and hopefully get up to speed. Awkwardness, hoy.

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[isfullofennui]

More than happy to remove himself from the sun, Kurt holds the plate of doughnuts aloft in one hand and walks towards the nearest saloon. As luck would have it, a congregation of bugs is situated on the closest table, and he shoos them away, half disgusted, places the plate in the middle, and stands to the side like he can't decide what to do with himself. Mostly because he can't.

He also doesn't say anything - not because he can't, but because where would he even begin?

Kurt drops his hands flat palmed against the table and looks up, cheeks hot from the rudiments of sunburn. His thumb starts rubbing along the grooves, and he silently hopes that the surface has been cleaned, then remembers it was just slathered in bugs and yanks his hands back. Instead of grossing him out and sending him running for the closest functioning restroom, however, the stumble in hygiene only stands to weirdly draw attention to the fact that his dad is standing in front of him - still somehow managing to look like a bastardisation of Ohio trucker chic - and without thinking, Kurt takes two long steps and throws his arms around Burt's waist.

"I've missed you, dad," he muffles into Burt's shoulder, and it's a little weird because they've never been the same height, but he can't find it in himself to care. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."