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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.]

[airplanecups]

What're you doing all the way over there, anyway? I totally don't bite.

[thisisherson]

[Really quickly! It almost squeaks out of him:] -- Nothing!

Um. I mean. ...Nothing. I know you don't. I was just passing by. You're practicing anyway, so...

[He can't even say it. It's all Finn's fault really. He said bite, and now Kurt's having immense amounts of trouble thinking about anything else.

...He'd probably taste delicious.]

[airplanecups]

[slides a drumstick behind his ear.]

We barely hang out anymore. Here, maybe you can give me some imput on how to make this kickass solo sound even more kickass.

1/3

[thisisherson]

[His face falls a little. That's true, but...]

2/3

[thisisherson]

...

3/3

[thisisherson]

...Fine. Okay.

[He comes inside and moves over to the piano bench, ignoring the churn of protest his stomach makes when he doesn't just make a beeline for Finn's jugular vein. Sits, facing towards Finn and away from the piano. Crosses one leg over the other. Gives a little tiny wave as though Finn didn't just see him come in.

Weak smile. ...Maybe the garlic will help. Maybe?]

[airplanecups]

[:D;]

...dang. You look kind of awful close up. You okay?

[thisisherson]

[No, not even a little. But he'll try and look as composed as possible, with his arms folded over his stomach.]

I'm fine. Really. ...I've been getting that a lot lately though.

[airplanecups]

Probably because you look awful. ...No offense.

[thisisherson]

[Reaches up and brushes his hair aside.]

...None taken, I suppose. This time. I'm almost scared to look for myself.

[Not that he can, lacking a reflection and all.]

[airplanecups]

Well, at least you fit in with like, half the mansion? Lookin' like you're dead and all.

[thisisherson]

[Stares.

Seriously, Finn?]

...Ahaha, well. At least there's that?

[airplanecups]

Good! Keep positive! I mean, it's not even that bad. I didn't even know until you were super close.

[thisisherson]

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

[Almost as much as he appreciates Finn's pulse, and the blood pumping through his veins. It's right there. He could probably just reach out and take it, if he wanted it.]

...Maybe I shouldn't be though? [Pause.] I. I wouldn't want you to catch it...

[airplanecups]

Nah, it's cool. I had a cold last week. I'm good.

[hits a cymbal! 8D]