Kurt Hummel | 001

[jacobsorbust]

Characters: jacobsorbust & vatheon
Location: The Plaza.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: I'll match you.
Status: Open to all.

'It has not been possible to connect your call. Please try again later. It has not been poss-'

Kurt swiped his thumb over the end call button, staring down at Mercedes' entry in his address book. He'd hoped, oh how he'd hoped, to hear her voice;

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[givingcourage]

[ Blaine had been here a while and he had - well. Settled in wasn't exactly the word he'd use, but he was more accustomed to the insanity that was being under the sea. He was still half-sure that he was in some crazy, ridiculous dream and that he'd wake up to his alarm and a text from his boyfriend telling him good morning.

At least, that's what he had thought until he saw said boyfriend in this city.

His breath caught in his throat and he ran, heedless of the citizens around him, to grab at Kurt and just hold him. ]

[jacobsorbust]

[ One moment he'd been staring up at buildings that were too fantastical to be real, doing his level best to ignore the way his clothing was clinging to him, and the next. Well, the next he'd been grabbed and pulled into a firm hold.

He sucked in a breath, tensing up. He didn't know this boy, he'd have remembered him. He was absolutely gorgeous, almost classically pretty. Dark haired, with a remarkable jaw line. He looked almost exactly like a young Marlon Brando.

He steeled his gaze, raising an eyebrow. ]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[givingcourage]

[ It's so good to feel Kurt, to remember the way he smelt and dressed and felt in his arms, and it's so good and wonderful - until he feels Kurt a little tense, a little unsure, and he knows that because he knows Kurt.

And then the words drop down on him like a bomb and his throat constricts. He lifts his head from where he had been pressing himself into Kurt's chest and he tries to meet the other boy's eyes. ]

... Kurt? Please - please don't joke around.

[jacobsorbust]

[ He couldn't help the brief thought that crossed his mind, that this boy's eyes were some of the prettiest he's ever seen. They're deep, dark, and framed by long lashes. They're the kind of eyes he could stare into for a lifetime. Though the look in them, it's almost pleading, and it makes him pause for a moment. Who is he? ]

But you appear to know me. I don't seem to have had the pleasure...?

[colorme_in]

[Here, Kurt, have a cute blonde girl. BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS ONE OKAY.]

Oh, mister...are you okay? You look like you're lost...

[idiotdetective]

Good luck contacting home. It's not gonna happen.

/rushes to this post

[witch_of_life]

[He looks soaked! Must be knew, no doubt about it! Feferi is on her daily walk to the lake when she spots this rather befuddled looking human and decides to stop and perhaps help him out? Feferi smiles widely, her hands behind her back as she calls to the boy. He looks around her age for a human, maybe a bit older.]

"Whaaaaale, look who just glubbing swam in! You look like you need some help. Heehee." [Feferi speaks with a rather sing song tone, her smile staying.]

[1776ftw]

[sup, kurt! have an all american boy sitting on a bench near by and feeding some birds some bread. when he sees the new arrival, he gives a grin and cheery wave]

Yo! Newbie! Welcome!