[in his defense (or what little is left), kurt had been expecting to be stood up. not for the reason that that's what he's come to anticipate with kavinsky, but because the other male always seems to have a million things happening at once he'd imagine would be more important than a date.
and yet, the fledgling is here, handsome as ever with his pale tattooed skin, somewhat windblown dark hair and pretty eyes. basket in hand even, which surprises him, too. he knows vampires can't eat, so the sentiment is nice. for a brief moment, there's the slightest warmth, traveling through his torso, out to his fingertips and down to his toes-- an odd sensation he can't deny as being significant in some way. this, coupled with the way he's being ogled makes his lips curve with zeal.]
Well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't looked it up. [his discussion with vanyel had opened a lot of doors into that sort of lifestyle; curiosity simply got the best of him some time back and accompanied by his new personality? well, nothing was off the table anymore.
a hop and a skip and he's on the far more solid surface of the roof, approaching kavinsky, almost too suggestively. it's like dirty dancing-- all risqué, swinging movements in the places that matter until there's only an arms-length between them. he stands right there, hands tucked behind his back and his head slightly tilted.]
What's the matter? [the teleporter already knows the answer, but:] Don't you like it?
what kavinsky doesn't know: kurt's already a huge masochist apparently
and yet, the fledgling is here, handsome as ever with his pale tattooed skin, somewhat windblown dark hair and pretty eyes. basket in hand even, which surprises him, too. he knows vampires can't eat, so the sentiment is nice. for a brief moment, there's the slightest warmth, traveling through his torso, out to his fingertips and down to his toes-- an odd sensation he can't deny as being significant in some way. this, coupled with the way he's being ogled makes his lips curve with zeal.]
Well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't looked it up. [his discussion with vanyel had opened a lot of doors into that sort of lifestyle; curiosity simply got the best of him some time back and accompanied by his new personality? well, nothing was off the table anymore.
a hop and a skip and he's on the far more solid surface of the roof, approaching kavinsky, almost too suggestively. it's like dirty dancing-- all risqué, swinging movements in the places that matter until there's only an arms-length between them. he stands right there, hands tucked behind his back and his head slightly tilted.]
What's the matter? [the teleporter already knows the answer, but:] Don't you like it?