[Closed, Complete]
Characters: ih8spiders, couragemantra
Location: Casualty Communal Unit 9I
Rating: PG...?
Time: backdated to October 10 evening
Description: Time to return the stuff he stole, of course.
Today had long since turned into the kind of day that he'd be doing his damnedest to forget about, but it was still far from over. He still had to return the items he'd taken, despite the late hour; it would probably be more courteous to wait for a more reasonable time before dropping in on either of his "victims", but seeing their reactions on the network had made him feel incredibly guilty, and he was determined to reassure them that their possessions were safe as soon as possible. (Well, the kid with the music player more than Rhode, but that was unimportant here.)
Which was why thirty minutes after he was finally dismissed from the exercise found him staring apprehensively at the door to unit 9I of the Casualty Communal, and wondering how he was going to bring up the topic. Not that he believed that Kurt would actually be able to "cut" him, but in some ways the non-physical reactions were harder to anticipate and even more difficult to deal with. Eventually he told himself to just get on with it and play it by ear if he had to, and knocked at the door and waited while compulsively turning the iPhone in his hands--he'd wrapped it with a freshly-laundered hand towel to protect it from getting scratched or smudged. (It smudged ridiculously easily, he'd noticed.)
Location: Casualty Communal Unit 9I
Rating: PG...?
Time: backdated to October 10 evening
Description: Time to return the stuff he stole, of course.
Today had long since turned into the kind of day that he'd be doing his damnedest to forget about, but it was still far from over. He still had to return the items he'd taken, despite the late hour; it would probably be more courteous to wait for a more reasonable time before dropping in on either of his "victims", but seeing their reactions on the network had made him feel incredibly guilty, and he was determined to reassure them that their possessions were safe as soon as possible. (Well, the kid with the music player more than Rhode, but that was unimportant here.)
Which was why thirty minutes after he was finally dismissed from the exercise found him staring apprehensively at the door to unit 9I of the Casualty Communal, and wondering how he was going to bring up the topic. Not that he believed that Kurt would actually be able to "cut" him, but in some ways the non-physical reactions were harder to anticipate and even more difficult to deal with. Eventually he told himself to just get on with it and play it by ear if he had to, and knocked at the door and waited while compulsively turning the iPhone in his hands--he'd wrapped it with a freshly-laundered hand towel to protect it from getting scratched or smudged. (It smudged ridiculously easily, he'd noticed.)