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[thisisherson]

[Kurt's been sort of groggy all day. He spent most of it rolling around in bed under his covers with the curtains shut. It isn't until the sun starts to go down that he finally starts to feel sort of awake and alert. When he finally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, well...he doesn't. There's no reflection there. But just looking at his

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AND ON THE THIRD DAY

[airplanecups]

[VAMPIRE SLAYER BREAK. chillin' in the music room.]

LOOK AT US, RPING IN THE FUTURE

[thisisherson]

[was heading there himself actually. Maybe abusing the piano and smashing the keys would make him stop thinking about how hungry he is, or maybe he could just curl up in a ball under it until the event ends.

But what if it never ends? That would be a- oh.

Finn.]

...

[airplanecups]

[this is an epic drum solo right here. SO LOUD!]

[thisisherson]

[He should leave. He should really, really, really leave.

But instead he's standing stupidly in the doorway, staring.]

[alwaysrec]

[ such a fashionista Kurt. Too bad Japan always has kimonos. Oh the woe of being anime characters. They never have more than 7 sets of clothes ]

Ah, Kurt-san. Are......you faring well?

[thisisherson]

[Even seven is a little generous for anime characters. But don't worry Grandpa. Your grandson will teach you the ways of fashion. ...Just not today.]

I...I've been better. I'm fine though. How have you been?

[alwaysrec]

[ but Japan's been living for 2000+ years. He better have at least seven ]

I...have been well.

[thisisherson]

Good. ...Good.

[His stomach is rumbling forever oh god. But biting grandpas is just rude.]

I...hope the event hasn't been too hard on you?

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[mydadsadentist]

[So guess who catches you just as you're slipping out, Kurt? Your bestie, Mercedes! She peaks her head out when she hears you lurking because let's face it. If anyone's going to be the clumsy vampire and make enough noise walking in the hallway for her to check it out...]

Hey, Kurt. What's up?

[She's all smiles at first, but then she pauses and frowns.]

You don't look so hot...

Action

[thisisherson]

[Excuse you; he is totally offended by the accusation that he'd be clumsy. ...Except he's kind of is and he's kind of hungry. Oops.

He turns, and he doesn't like how his stomach rumbles at the sight of her. He looks sort of disturbed by his own thoughts for a second, and then he recovers a little.]

Hi Mercedes. I'm fine, really. I just...I think this event is getting to me already, that's all.

[Take that to mean what you will.]

Action

[mydadsadentist]

[She doesn't even pick up on the hint that something might be wrong. He doesn't look any paler than usual...and even if he does, it's only a little and could probably be chalked up to being sick.]

Well, Kurt, if you're not feeling well, shouldn't you go lay down? Instead of walking around the halls and running into things? I heard you from in my room...

Go lay down. I'll get you some blankets and stuff.

Action

[thisisherson]

[!!! That's probably a terrible idea.]

Sorry. Really though, I'm okay. I've...been resting most of the day. I'm just a little chilly, that's all. ...Maybe hungry. I was just going go take a short walk.

Anyway, I'm fine, Mercedes. I'm not sick. Really.

[They're not really lies. He's just avoiding telling the entire truth.]

[dashboardlite]

[Now that Dean's gotten the opportunity to get dressed, get out of his room, and arm himself with the necessities (a machete and his bare hands, for the most part) he's been warily stalking the hallways and keeping an eye out for the vampires in the mansion.

His concern for the teenagers is pretty high, all things considered, and he's hoping that none of them have turned into Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer yet.

He does stop short at seeing Kurt.

Lowering his machete, Dean appraises the kid with some trepidation. Kurt's always pale, right? Even if his clothes are a little too Twilight today.]

...hey.

[Dean pauses about ten feet away, waiting.]

You okay?

[thisisherson]

[Someone smells really good. That's been Kurt's signal to turn and walk in the other direction so far, but when he looks up and sees Dean there, he just...stops.]

...Hi.

[He doesn't move closer though. That's a terrible idea, and as hungry as he is, his eyes keep getting drawn to that machete.]

I'm okay. Really. ...Are you?

[Valid question with all the vampires around.]

[dashboardlite]

[With a sigh of relief - Kurt seems okay, which is awesome, thank fuck - Dean sheathes the machete at his side and rests his hands on his hips.]

Pretty good. This event's friggin' crazy, right?

[His supernatural senses have been tingling since he woke up. Dean takes a few steps closer and notices Kurt's reserved nature.]

...Oh, yeah. I ain't a neckbiter, dude.

[thisisherson]

[Kurt steps back immediately, before he even fully realizes why that might be weird. His eyes are wide, but probably not for reasons Dean might be thinking of.]

...Yeah. No, that's good. I'm glad you're not. This event has been insane.

[He steps back again though.]

But I should probably, um. Go. Sorry, I have this...thing. Bye!

[And he turns around to leave, as though that will be enough to let him escape without suspicion.]

~sometime before Fiiiiinntimes!

[itsahotone]

[Guess who doesn't look as hungry as you, Kurt? This vampire right here! She appears riiiight behind him, silently and out of nowhere. lol this icon choice.]

On the prowl?

[thisisherson]

[ALHSDLKASD OH GOD. he totally jumps. IT'S BEEN A LONG COUPLE OF DAYS, OKAY?]

No. Didn't we go over this already?

[itsahotone]

Yeah, but it's been forever. Haven't you given in by now?

[thisisherson]

...What? No. You mean you have?