[and despite the fact kavinsky says none of this, kurt is smart enough to take the hint.
that, and the smell of burning vampire flesh isn't all that pleasant, lingering in a way that makes him choke. he briefly turns away, hand cupped over his face until he can catch his breath long enough to speak.] Okay, okay, [insists the blue boy, arms clutching tighter around the dream thief, offering his taller frame for protection from the sunlight.]
Hold on. [kavinsky's only warning before there's darkness, the sudden flash of small, circular lights in his vision and a resonating bamf.
the entire trip only takes about three and a half minutes, considering the teleporter's ability to go miles per displacement and he's going as fast as he can-- exhaustion be damned at this point. he makes his appearance at the front door, shoulders it open and rushes into the only place that has no sunlight: his bedroom.
he gingerly sets kavinsky on the bed, leaves the jacket over him while he rushes about, making sure the blackout curtains are drawn; he even throws a blanket over the nearest one to make sure there will be almost total darkness. then, his mind is going a million miles a minute, urging him to push through his disorientation to find something that will help his guest.
does aloe vera work on vampires? he spares a glance over his shoulder in the direction of his plants, second guesses leaving kavinsky by himself, but god, he'd been burning for chrissake! instead, little blue clambers up onto the opposite side of the bed, carefully takes hold of kavinsky's shoulders, though says nothing for now.]
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that, and the smell of burning vampire flesh isn't all that pleasant, lingering in a way that makes him choke. he briefly turns away, hand cupped over his face until he can catch his breath long enough to speak.] Okay, okay, [insists the blue boy, arms clutching tighter around the dream thief, offering his taller frame for protection from the sunlight.]
Hold on. [kavinsky's only warning before there's darkness, the sudden flash of small, circular lights in his vision and a resonating bamf.
the entire trip only takes about three and a half minutes, considering the teleporter's ability to go miles per displacement and he's going as fast as he can-- exhaustion be damned at this point. he makes his appearance at the front door, shoulders it open and rushes into the only place that has no sunlight: his bedroom.
he gingerly sets kavinsky on the bed, leaves the jacket over him while he rushes about, making sure the blackout curtains are drawn; he even throws a blanket over the nearest one to make sure there will be almost total darkness. then, his mind is going a million miles a minute, urging him to push through his disorientation to find something that will help his guest.
does aloe vera work on vampires? he spares a glance over his shoulder in the direction of his plants, second guesses leaving kavinsky by himself, but god, he'd been burning for chrissake! instead, little blue clambers up onto the opposite side of the bed, carefully takes hold of kavinsky's shoulders, though says nothing for now.]