[closed log]
Characters: couragemantra and wantrainbowwine
Location: Kurt's apartment.
Rating: PG
Time: October 30, about 1pm, after this thread.
Description: They have a feelings jam. Essentially.
Kurt took the elevator up from the fourth floor to the ninth. It was kind of pathetic, really. Five floors... he should really take the stairs, build up some more muscle, burn some calories. He had a feeling he was going to regret that later, since he knew he had a pint of nonfat organic frozen yogurt untouched in his freezer for crises like these. He was going to eat the whole thing. Despite not being hungry. He was going to do it and nothing could stop him but god, what he really needed right now was...
He needed to talk about this to someone. He didn't want to, but he had to. He needed to complain. He needed to bitch and moan. He needed to know who was in the right here, himself or Souji. A third opinion would do wonders.
After entering his apartment and going straight for the frozen yogurt, he plopped down on the couch, set his iPhone speakers to quietly play sad pop ballads, and pulled out his communicator to send a private text message:
Kanaya. I'm really sorry, but do you have a few minutes? I need to talk. Not about you or the Vriska thing but something else. I'll be moping in my apartment all day with a pint of frozen yogurt if you're free. Let me know.
Location: Kurt's apartment.
Rating: PG
Time: October 30, about 1pm, after this thread.
Description: They have a feelings jam. Essentially.
Kurt took the elevator up from the fourth floor to the ninth. It was kind of pathetic, really. Five floors... he should really take the stairs, build up some more muscle, burn some calories. He had a feeling he was going to regret that later, since he knew he had a pint of nonfat organic frozen yogurt untouched in his freezer for crises like these. He was going to eat the whole thing. Despite not being hungry. He was going to do it and nothing could stop him but god, what he really needed right now was...
He needed to talk about this to someone. He didn't want to, but he had to. He needed to complain. He needed to bitch and moan. He needed to know who was in the right here, himself or Souji. A third opinion would do wonders.
After entering his apartment and going straight for the frozen yogurt, he plopped down on the couch, set his iPhone speakers to quietly play sad pop ballads, and pulled out his communicator to send a private text message:
Kanaya. I'm really sorry, but do you have a few minutes? I need to talk. Not about you or the Vriska thing but something else. I'll be moping in my apartment all day with a pint of frozen yogurt if you're free. Let me know.