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[thisisherson]

[It's been a really long time since Kurt was willingly shirtless in public - not since he discovered how fashionable cover-ups are pool-side, at the very least. And with all of the slushie facials he's received, it hasn't been quite as long since he was in public with completely ruined hair, but that doesn't mean he's happy about the way his hair

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean looks fucking awesome. For God's sake, he's half tiger-shark, and everyone knows how creepily violent those things are if you tune into Shark Week on the Discovery Channel every so often. At the very least, he feels safe enough - and comfortable enough, despite the shirtlessness - swimming around the halls, because if he runs into anything dangerous he can either bolt the Hell away or confront it like Aquaman.

He looked up a book on tiger sharks with Jellyfish-Philip in the library, and learned that his skin has these things called dentils, that can cut other animals. Not him, since the pads of his fingers are surprisingly resilient now, but he scraped a wall and pulled off some wood shards earlier today. Dean's trying to be more careful, but he's enjoying the speed and turning radius a little too much, stalking the hallways like the predator he is.

Racing his own time, he almost runs into-]

Whoa, shit.

[He catches himself by grabbing onto a wall sconce, stopping in front of Kurt.]

...Uh. Hey.

[thisisherson]

[Hold on, give Kurt a second to register the fact that he lived through that.

...

...Okay, he's good. But he's still wide-eyed and shocked that he was nearly run over (swam over?)]

Um...hey.

[He was going to say something more substantial before he noticed that Dean looks very nice without a shirt. What was it?

Oh. Right.]

You should really watch where you're going, or you'll wind up taking out perfectly innocent people. [Pause.] ...Former people. Whatever.

[dashboardlite]

Aw, you jealous that I'm a shark and you're a- [He squints at Kurt, trying to determine what he is.] ...tuna?

[Dean chuckles, folding his arms across his chest.] Sorry, dude. Just runnin' the rounds. [He offers a feral grin, still ridiculously pleased that he's a ferocious sea-creature, rather than like...a crab.]

...are you cold, or something?

[thisisherson]

[Kurt looks down and realizes he has absolutely no idea.]

...I don't know? But no, I'm as far from jealous as I could be. I can't say I would describe myself as very shark-like anyway.

[...Man, it's really hard to act superior when you're half a fish.]

And I'm not cold. [He adds it really quickly though, as if just spitting it out there will make the subject change itself.]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean sort of expected Kurt to be some kind of angelfish, or something...dainty. He has no idea what the kid is, but shark definitely isn't in the cards. And Dean can tell when Kurt doesn't want to talk about something, so he changes the subject, putting his hands on his hips. or rather, where his hips meet his tail.]

You think there's anything dangerous swimming around in here for this event? Like Cthulhu, or somethin'?

[thisisherson]

Please. This event is bad enough as it is; don't jinx it.

[Being an angelfish would make it mildly better - this event has sort of ripped away everything distinctive about Kurt's appearance, aside from his general prepubescent look. But no, he's so...generic. It really could have only been worse if he had been mistaken for a girl. He never would have lived that down.

But, he hand waves it. It's an awkward hand wave though, since he's keeping his arms so close to himself.]

No, I haven't seen anything dangerous, aside from a certain half-shark speeding around.

[You know. You.]

[dashboardlite]

Well, someone's a little touchy today. Another fish steal your Kelpo flakes this morning?

[Dean grins, ignoring the jibe about speeding sharks.]

You oughta let loose a little more, man. Your hair looks pretty good when it's not plastered to your head with whatever rubber cement you use.

[thisisherson]

[His hand goes IMMEDIATELY to his hair, and he looks just a little mortified that it was pointed out. It's nice to get the compliment of course, but it would be better if he believed it was at all true.]

I don't use rubber cement. ...At this point though, it's probably the only thing that would keep it from floating free.

[He's not contemplating it. Really. ...Really.]

It looks ridiculous like this. It's everywhere.

[He tries to smooth it out again, but it doesn't work like at all.]

[dashboardlite]

[Amused, Dean leans up against the wall, a cocky smile on his face. He really missed this interaction with Kurt. The kid is so bitchy and quick with retorts that it's always a fun challenge to banter with him.]

Hey, if Ariel can do it, you can too. [He points out, raising his eyebrows.] 'Sides, we'll be back to normal in no time. Not exactly in time for... [Dean checks his (thankfully waterproof) watch, making a face.]

...great. I'm still gonna be a fish on Valentine's Day. S'my favorite holiday, too.

[No, really. It is. Bars full of beautiful, single, desperate women? Count him in.]

[thisisherson]

[Kurt tries to settle on a nearby rock, but he realizes something horrible - he can't delicately cross his legs like he usually does when he sits. Instead, he curls his tail up like a stereotypical mermaid, but it isn't nearly as comfortable.]

I have to admit, having fins does sort of take the romance out of the holiday.

[As soon as the word romance is out of his mouth, Kurt realizes something, and eyes Dean curiously.]

I'm surprised it's your favorite though. I mean, you're the one who always rolls your eyes at the idea of romance and true love, and yet this is your favorite? Really?

[Kurt's oddly the opposite. He's a terrible romantic, but Valentine's Day is awful when you don't actually have a Valentine.]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean smirks knowingly, wondering if he ought to let Kurt in on his private joke. They haven't really spoken all that much since the Kurt Hummel Debacle, but getting back in the swing of things would be nice. He's missed all the bitchfacing.]

Romance and true love ain't even a part of it. [Dean leans back against the opposite wall, fingers fiddling with the amulet around his neck. His grin widens - It's almost terrifying when he's half-shark.]

It's not "Valentine's Day". It's "Unattached Drifter Christmas". [He tries to contain his glee.] Every friggin' day is Halloween where I come from, and the last Christmas I celebrated with family was after nearly having my tooth yanked out by a pagan god. Valentine's Day is the best, man.