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Topic Started: August 31, 2015, 12:15 pm (160 Views)
Marc
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Character: Icarus
Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia

The day out on town had been interesting, especially sharing it with Holly as his shopping buddy. The guy could talk, that was for sure. And talk. And talk. And.. yeah. Though Josh thought he might have caught quick glimpses of a quieter, sadder guy underneath, hidden away well from the world to protect it against the harsh, cruel world out there. He wasn't going to force Holly to unearth this side of himself -- clearly, the other mutant wasn't comfortable with revealing it -- but he was going to offer his friendship so that Holly might perhaps feel comfortable enough to do so one day in the future.

For now though, Josh (as well as the rest of his family) was on his way back to the island. His reason was that he'd already spent so much of Yoyo's money, he didn't need to spend more of it on himself in the ways of food, seeing as how he was completely satisfied with the food Utopia offered to them for free.

He also wanted to let his wings free because.. hot damn, that harness was a pain in the neck, and not only just proverbially so! It was hot, uncomfortable, itchy and pinched in so many spots it wasn't even funny. Nor did it appear humanly possible.

If he was totally honest with himself, there was yet another reason he wanted to return to the island but he wasn't totally honest so he ignored it and simply fiddled with the shopping bags piled up at his feet.

Not a whole lot of the shoppers were returning to Utopia before dinner -- himself, Paige, Liz, Eight. Most remained to finish up their shopping and eventually, meet up for dinner still out on town. Those few returning early had agreed to take all the assorted bags and items bought by the various members of their excursion back to the island with them so as to free up the others from having to lug around all their purchases. Upon arriving in port, they stored all the stuff not their own in the boathouse where the people returning later could go through the bags and pick out their own items once they got here.

That taken care of, Josh grabbed his bags, the ones that contained the stuff from Kurt's shopping list, his new books and song sheets and guitar case, shouldered the surfboard, then slowly began making his way up the beach towards the main complex, all the while fishing his Forge phone from his pocket. Yup, he should have done that before loading himself up with bags and board. Yup, he could have put everything back down again in order to not look like he was attempting a weird juggling act. Yup, he was mere seconds away from losing his grip on any which one of the items he was holding. But he made it, barely, even managing to send off a text to Kurt that read
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Back on island. Come meet on beach?


Continuing his slow trek up the beach, he attempted to shove the phone back into his pocket -- and that was when his grip on everything truly fell apart. It might have looked comical as, for seconds, he teetered on the edge of dear gawd no and I can catch this.. and this.. and this.. and.. no, I can't (even if he didn't have the leisure to appreciate the comedy of the situation), but then everything just basically went from sort-of-ordely to all-atumble. "Aw crud." he cussed when he lost all hold on essentially.. everything.


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Character: Nightcrawler
Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia



The saline burned so good. Yellow eyes blinked open and closed like a warning light outside a fire station as Kurt blinked, allowing the drops to rehydrate his tired eyes. He’d never really been a computer person. His father hadn’t gotten around to teaching him how to use the family PC, and wifi hadn’t really ever been a concern at the circus. He’d probably spent longer reading off a computer screen in these last couple of days than he had in his entire life. Turns out his eyes, so beautifully adapted to nocturnal activity, didn’t appreciate staring at a bright computer monitor for hours at a time. Who knew? Maybe one day Kurt would realize you could turn down the brightness on a monitor, but for now, headaches and Visine. It’s fantastic.

So why would a man who’s physically and mentally uncomfortable with computers be married to one?

Research. The Utopia council needed to help lay the foundation for a new society here on this island. A society built from random, disparate individuals from all different sorts of backgrounds and upbringings. Most of those individuals possessed incredible, dangerous powers controlled solely by their own discretion. This wasn’t a task a person could be lackadaisical about. Or at least not something Kurt could half-ass. His discussion with the elder Guthrie this morning served to highlight just how ignorant he was. Sam seemed focused on security and defense, which was laudable, but Kurt wanted a society that elevated all those within it, with clearly defined roles and the like. Political theory was heady stuff, and as a German, he should be well versed, but wanted. The circus had been a dictatorship, full stop. So, Wikipedia and political theory research.

Was a trying too hard? Eh, probably, but he didn’t want to screw things up.

The buzzing off his phone startled him. It rattled on the computer desk like a thing possessed, causing him to push away for a moment, before frowning and picking the device up. Thankfully, no one was around to see that embarrassing display of weakness. The text displayed actually drew a smile from the grumpy imp. Josh was back, and likely bearing gifts. Yoyo might be challenging at times, but he was clearly a generous soul. Kurt pressed the tip of his tail to the phone until the device beeped at him. Careful to enunciated clearly, Kurt said, “Text Joshua Guthrie, I’m on my way.”

“You want me to Text Joshua Guthrie on Monday.” The phone happily replied.

“Nein… nein. Cancel. Text Joshua Guthrie, I am on my way.”

“You want me to Text Joshua Guthrie, I am on my way.”

“Yes please.”

“Message Sent.” Kurt shut down the phone, still unsure if voice recognition was faster than pecking things out with the tip of his tail. He quickly gave his face and hands a wash, then looked out his window and ‘poofed’ out of his room.



It took him a few hops to find Joshua, not too terribly far from the beach house, trying to gather up the fallen bags without getting sand into them. “I’ve an extra limb, my friend, and I think that collection of bags would be ambitious.” Kurt immediately dropped into an easy crouch and began gathering things up, although he did toss a quick look at the surfboard. “So…” he began with a smile. “How was San Francisco? I’ve seen it in films and it looks marvelous. There was this one movie I saw where Nicolas Cage was chasing Sean Connery through the sloped streets, one in an Italian sportster, the other in a big American truck. The entire time I thought, as fast as that sports car is, how would it hope to stop the truck?”



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Character: Icarus
Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia

Josh probably would have .. well, actually? Laughed his ass off had he thought of Mr. Thick-German-Accent trying to speech-control a cell-phone into sending a message out, having about as much immediate success with it as his own Thick-Hick-Accent attempts would have gone. As it was, he sadly didn’t know about Kurt’s struggles into getting the phone’s compliance and couldn’t draw the amusement from it that it otherwise would have brought him. All he got of it was the tail-end, the end where in the midst of him still trying to contain the packages and bags and stuff from tumbling right out of his hands, his phone suddenly buzzed at him and began vibrating as it was half-way back in his pocket.

Of course in the midst of him attempting to catch all or some or any of the items he was trying to hold on to, it was an utter and complete impossibility for him to check what the hell his phone was buzzing about – and it ended up buried in a pile of a big, huge mess. Right at the bottom of it. Inaccessible to him for the time being. It kept beeping annoyingly from somewhere in that pile that was growing by the moment, as more and more items were slipping from his grasp. “Oh fer crud’s sake!” he grumbled, chewing on his lower lip, trying to concentrate enough so as to at least get some accuracy in catching something! At the current time, his track record was abysmal.

Only to grow even more abysmal as he jumped when there was Kurt’s tell-tale POP exploding into a cloud of Sulphur somewhere behind him. And .. that was that. All and everything was on the ground now. It was a huge pile. Huge. He laughed at Kurt’s quip about how even with an extra limb he’d have found the sheer load of stuff challenging to transport without mishap, then waved off Kurt picking up the bags with a smile. “Ah think they c’n probably stay on the ground safely fer a li’l bit longer. Ain’t nothin’ in there that’ll spoil, Ah promise.” And if any sand was going to get into them, it was likely already in there.

Fishing around the pile of bags for his phone, finally locating it as his fingers brushed over it, he folded his legs under himself and easily sat on the ground, right there, on the sand. He grabbed the phone and flipped it open, chuckling when he read the message. “Says here that you are on your way.” He raised his eyebrow, looking at Kurt as incredulously as he could. “No really?!?” With a wink and a decisive KLACK, he closed the phone and shoved it back into his pocket.

“So .. San Francisco ..” He considered Kurt’s question for a moment, smiling pensively. “Ah din’t really see no car an’ truck chases goin’ on but San Francisco’s truly amazin’. Ah ain’t ever seen no streets slopin’ like that. It’s like the whole city’s ripplin’! Some of ‘em slopes are really steep, an’ walkin’ up or down ‘em can actually be a challenge. The way the houses are built inta ‘em streets .. they are narrow an’ built upwards an’ all colorful – probably t’ still be seen when the fog comes rollin’ in ‘cause that fog? Seriously an entity of its own!” He didn’t much care for cities usually, but he had found San Francisco to have its very own, very special appeal. It didn’t feel constrictive, hemmed it – it felt airy and open and free in its spirit and its soul. “Ah think it’s a really special place t’ go t’ an’ visit. Maybe ..” He cocked his head, considering. “Maybe one night, when there ain’t no people ‘round t’ be a bother, we could go t’ the overlook on th’ other side of th’ Golden Gate an’ ya could see all ‘em lights an’ the slopin’ streets an’ the bridges leadin’ inta the center from th’ outskirts a’ town.” The overlook was closed to tourists overnight, so there would be little danger of being seen up there, and between Josh’s and Kurt’s powers, they should probably be able and find a way to get up there without having to pass any patrols or guards.

Which reminded him .. “Ah hope ya dun mind!” He rose in one fluid motion, drawing his lose shirt over his head as he did so. Underneath, strapped tightly against his bare chest and back, was a set of leather straps, tied so severely that some of them bit into his skin. They were the construct he wore as a harness to restrain his wings’ movement, to keep them still and hidden beneath his clothing when he was out in public. “Itchy.” he said in the way of an explanation, sounding a bit sheepish as he admitted even so much about the contraption he was wearing. It was a necessity he had long since acknowledged for his life. Undoing the buckles and shedding the straps allowed him not only to breathe more easily and move without constriction, it also set free the wide span of red wings unfurling from their parking position where they had been folded against his back all day. The relief and release he felt was nearly ecstatic and he breathed out a huge sigh without being even fully aware of doing so.

“Oh man, this feels amazin’.” It always did, without fail.

Looking at the shirt in his hand and then, musingly, down his bare chest, an impish grin began to spread across his features. “Care t’ take yer board out fer a test drive? The beach ain’t far off an’ it’s probably ‘bout as nice an’ warm as it’s ever gonna get ‘round these parts ..” His voice, filled with boyish enthusiasm and excitement, faded away when he became self-conscious about trying to talk Kurt into something he might find a crazy idea. “What’cha think?” he finished off, somewhat lamely, trying to keep from beaming at the other man in a way that might in any fashion be considered as puppy-eyed or pleadingly.


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Character: Nightcrawler
Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia’s Beach



Kurt nodded at the sagacious suggestion to leave the sandy sundries scattered for the time being and dropped into a crouch, yellow eyes watching as Josh fiddled with his phone. A slash of white cut across his dark face as he smiled and ran claws thoughtfully through the fur coating his chin. “That raises an interesting point, my friend. Perhaps I should, as a courtesy, give a bit more time before sending a confirmation and arriving. I’ve simply grown drunk on freely using my powers on this island. Even at the circus, I tried not to teleport too often. It tended to be startling, even for those who knew me.” He laughed and ruffled the back of his hair, “I remember one time a child saw me teleport and told his mother the demon had magic gas. I told Meister Klein, and I thought he’d have a stroke, he laughed so hard.”

His attentive expression could almost be considered reverent as he listened to Joshua’s description of San Francisco, his tail coincidentally curling into a question mark behind him. His mouth fell open into a little ‘O’ as he tried to picture the fanciful place, then he smiled once more at Joshua’s suggestion. “Oh, I’d like that, actually. While under the light of day, I can be terrifying, at night, I am like unto a ghost. So long as I avoid the areas underneath street lamps, I shouldn’t cause a stir. We could see Chinese Town! Maybe they’ll have Dragons and Fireworks!”

The speculation petered off as Josh began undressing, “I do not mind at all. You should be comfortable in your home, yes?” Kurt watched with interest at the mechanics of how his winged friend passed for the mundanes. He did note just how tightly the straps were biting into his friend’s muscular chest. His skin had been rubbed raw in some places, but even as the crimson wings spread out to their full glory, the minor wounds faded, leaving the Guthrie pristine, save for a singular scar. A queer thought sprang fully formed to Kurt’s mind. Had Josh tried to cut off his own wings? A young mutant, horrified at what was happening to his body might try sometime so traumatic, but then would his healing factor repair such a wound? Probably, given how quickly he’d healed from grievous burns. Had that led him to try something more extreme than self-mutilation?

He blinked at question, realizing he’d been staring silently at Josh’s chest for longer than was likely polite. “Oh… Oh! Yes. Of course. I’ve watched some videos in anticipation for this!” He bounced back up to his feet and pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the pile of bags. The fine coating of fur made it challenging to make out muscle tone. Joshua had tone. The man was a work of art. Kurt had an impression of muscle tone. He had pecs, but no real defined abs. His belly button was a small, darker impression low on his stomach, and he didn’t have any obvious scars or markings. The curve of his hip bones were clearly defined, and if one looked closely, they could make out some of his ribs through the play of light and shadow along his sides. He also pulled out his Forge phone and tossed it onto the shirt. It was probably waterproof, but he wasn’t sure, so why risk it?

“Ok. So… strappy thing is here and goes here…” He grabbed the board strap and affixed it to his left ankle, then hefted the board and began jogging through the sand toward the water. He called back to Josh, “If I wipe out and break this new board today, you say nothing to Yoyo! I’ll see if it can be fixed.”

Getting into the water was pretty easy. How hard is it to wade out, set down the board and plop down onto it? The tricky part came in actually paddling out into the surf. Turns out, Kurt’s oddly shaped hands and feet weren’t ideally designed for paddling through water. “Ooof!” Sploosh. He’d remount the board and a few moments later, “Ack!” Sploosh. He’d roll the board or a wave would knock him off balance, or he’d get tangled in the board cord. He might have started muttering German curses softly under his breath before finally pushing wet hair out of his face and growling at the ocean, “Fine! Fine! Stop me now, briny leviathan.”

With a burst of Sulphur, he and the board disappeared, and reappeared much farther out into the water. “Ha! Ha ha ha! Take that.” He bobbed happily up and down on the board, legs dangling in the water on either side as he raised his hands to the heavens, “The tide will not master Kurt Wagner on this day!”



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Character: Icarus
Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia

Josh snorted out a giggle at the ‘demon magic gas’ tale Kurt told of his time before Utopia. “Oh mah ..” He was still laughing at the thought. “Ah’m sure th’ mother was mighty confused at that.” He’d have loved hearing more stories about the place Kurt had called his home. So far, there had only been bits and bobs but .. well .. it sounded interesting! Not wanting to appear like he was prying into the other man’s personal affairs though, he curbed his curiosity and kept it for a better time. Maybe one day, the chance to ask more questions would present itself. Or maybe, if Josh volunteered some stories of what life had been like growing up on the farm, surrounded by a seemingly neverending gaggle of siblings, Kurt would feel comfortable enough to follow suit? Something to consider!

He gave a sheepish smile, to Kurt having called his powers startling to those he sprung them on – he himself had just admittedly been startled by them – but shook his head slightly when Kurt went on to suggest he curtail them and his usage of them. “Ah dun think ya should.” And it was true – after having had something of a similar conversation with Holly earlier during their shopping trip, the thought of anyone limiting the usage of their powers here on Utopia didn’t sit right with him. “Your powers are amazing.”

He smiled broadly when Kurt took to his idea of an excursion to San Francisco one night, maybe .. maybe just the two of them? He remembered seeing a couple of colorful billboards while they had been walking to the mall. In his mind, he made a note to check on the internet later when the next big celebration in China Town was coming up, with winding dragons, lion dancers and blazing fireworks. Maybe then, he could take Kurt there. And maybe, he could add more of those cute littles smiles and an ’Ahhh’ to the intrigued and fascinated ‘ohhhh’ Kurt had pursed his lips into at the thought of all the things Josh was describing.

Poking at the question mark tail swinging almost comically behind Kurt he was surprised by the softness of the fur his fingers encountered. He gave himself a small push, overcoming a sudden onslaught of inexplicable shyness, he said softly “Ya know .. it’s a sad world where .. where someone like .. like you’d be considered terrifying.” There was so much he wanted to say, in addition to that, so much about a beautiful soul and a gentle heart, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to say it without sounding like a complete idiot. Kurt should be allowed to see these things himself. It just wasn’t fair. And Josh wasn’t going to allow any and all bad experiences he himself had been faced with due to his mutation tarnish his joy in going out into the world again either. If they started hiding themselves away from civilization here, they would never gain public trust and understanding as there would always be the taint of a ‘secret society’ (or worse, a secret army) hanging over them. “Ah’d love t’ go an’ do that sometime. Head out t’ San Francisco an’ see all those places. An’ goin’ under the cover a’ night’ll allow me t’ keep mah wings out as well.”

“Ah mean .. feelin’ drunk on finally bein’ able an’ use yer powers freely? Yer not the only one, mah friend.” He flapped his wings gently behind himself, airing them in the breeze. “It’s gotten t’ be so .. wonderfully normal, havin’ mah wings free an’ out in the open, that Ah had some trouble this mornin’ when Ah went t’ confine ‘em in the harness again. Jus’ no longer used t’ it, y’know?” The fact that the bands had bitten into his skin deeply enough to leave abrasions spoke to that fact. Luckily, these abrasions quickly faded away again as his healing factor took care of them. That left only the scar on his chest that even his healing factor couldn’t handle. The scar that Kurt was staring at for-seemingly-ever. It made Josh feel self-conscious, a slight blush tinging his cheeks.

Luckily, Kurt was finally distracted by his suggestion to christen the surfboard with its first outing into the salty waters of the ocean. Of course he should have anticipated that Kurt would half-strip for this move and that wasn’t helping Josh’s blush any. At all. He found himself in luck again when Kurt didn’t have time to notice the color in Josh’s cheeks, carried by a rush of adrenaline and enthusiasm that had him rushing straight into the ocean. A slow smile began spreading across his features as he watched the gusto with which Kurt threw himself into this new adventure.

He raised his eyebrows at ‘strappy thing’. “Watched videos, eh?” he snorted out in laughter. “Ya sure that makes ya ‘n expert?” He wasn’t certain that videos really made that much of a difference here beyond the basics, but Kurt’s tremendous balance sure wasn’t going to hurt the matter. Lifting his hands before himself, he promised with a smile “Ah ain’t gonna tell Yoyo nothin’.” And then, Kurt got dunked. And dunked. And dunked again. Josh first bit his lip. Then snorted through his nose. Then chuckled. And when Kurt began cussing quietly to himself, or rather, at the waves, in German, he laughed out loud. He was just lifting up into the skies to perhaps offer Kurt to drag him out beyond the surf like a little tug-boat on wings when Kurt came up with a power solution of his own. Josh contented himself with coming to a hover next to/ above his friend and chuckled when Kurt promised the high heavens that the tide was not going to be the master of him today.

With another flap of his wings he maneuvered himself in front of where Kurt was seated on his board, Josh’s bare feet almost coming to a touch-down on the tip of the surfboard though he wasn’t putting enough weight on the board to cause Kurt to tip over once again. Instead, with Kurt’s hands already raised and outstretched to the heavens, Josh turned his own hands over to offer the other man something to clasp should he choose to accept Josh’s aid in rising to a stand on the slippery surface of the surfboard. “Give ya a hand?” he half asked, half offered as he hovered, still barely even touching the surfboard so as to not upset its delicate balance. “Ready t’ show that surf an’briny leviathan jus’who’s th’ master now?”


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Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia’s Beach



"Oh, I don't claim to be a expert of much of anything, Herr Guthrie." Kurt replied with a grin as Joshua queried on his skill level after watching surfing videos. "I operate on sheer enthusiasm. Makes me a very queer German, I assure you." He winked with a devilish grin before facing his 'eventful' trip into the surf. The video hadn't taught him how to read the surf, or the timing on when to dive under upcoming waves. Skilled surfing was an art that relied on harmony with the water, and no video was going to show Kurt that. That he was going to have to pick up with practice.

Thankfully, he lived on an island. Practice wouldn't be hard to come by.

It felt good to sit on the board, a few hundred feet away from shore, being rocked by the water. It was too darn cool to be surfing without a wetsuit, but Kurt's fur was doing a good job of insulating him from the wind. He'd just make a point to be better attired for the next go around. That was when Joshua descended from the sky and hovered before him, toes brushing the nose of the blue surfboard.

Now, Kurt Wagner was certainly no biologist. He'd never dissected a frog or had to memorize the different systems of a body. He couldn't tell you how a bee circulated it's blood or if dogs really couldn't see color. He had though, in his time on this earth, been a fan of birds. Their beauty and freedom called to the deformed mutant and he could sit an watch them happily for hours. And that's why Joshua's current display of control baffled him. He wasn't a humming bird, so that sort of hovering was... magical. Divine even.

He rubbed his eyes for a moment, then nodded, finding his voice. "Ahh, yes. Of course. Sorry, it's just you have surprised me, my friend. I..." He laughed and rubbed his neck, "Nevermind. I am a fool and your pose strikes me right in my religiously superstitious soul. One second." Careful of his balance, Kurt shifted on the board, leaning forward and bringing his legs forward and up out of the water. He planted one foot on the center of the board's tail, then curled his tail around Joshua's outstretched hands, using him for additional stabilization as he pushed himself up.

"Whoa... whoa..." Taking Josh's hands, Kurt laughed, as he carefully balanced on the board, shifting his weight in response to the swelling of the waves. "I wo... oh... wouldn't call this surfing, but I'm standing." His wall crawling mutation gave him definite advantages in board control that a human surfer couldn't match. His feet didn't leave the board unless he wanted them too.

Then a larger wave knocked the board past the point of recovery, so Kurt fell away, releasing Josh's hands and splashing salty water all over his legs. Falling in the drink was a big part of surfing, based on his research thus far. He surfaced moments later, laughing and sputtering. "This is the best fun I've ever hand with rank incompetence!"

Over the course of about ninety minutes, Kurt gradually improved in form and function, managing to even ride about three waves for a short distance. "What surfer can say they have a genuine Guardian angel looking out for them, eh?" Not to say it was all wine and roses. Kurt was bleeding from a small cut over his right temple that his surfboard had given him during a particularly egregious wipe-out. Blood for the surf god, so to speak.

Laying with his back on the board, Kurt rubbed his hands up and down his arms and called up to Joshua. "I should probably head in, my friend. I've had great fun, but the cold is really starting to sink in. A hot shower sounds brilliant."



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Date: March 14
Time: Late Afternoon
Place: Utopia


There was a moment’s pause after Kurt stating that he wasn’t an expert of much of anything during which Josh pondered just what to say in response to something like that. Yes, there had been a grin on Kurt’s features as he had said it but Josh already had a feeling that sometimes, maybe, Kurt was using his smiles as something to hide behind. Maybe. He did like the sheer enthusiasm Kurt admitted to operating under because – enthusiasm was good. The same kind of enthusiasm was what propelled Kurt through the surf and eventually, out into calmer waters where he then sat and paddled for a while. Yup, enthusiasm was good.

“Yer enthusiasm sure got ya this far. An’ Ah dun know enough Germans t’ be able an’ make no call on if’n or not yer a typical one but Ah’d hope that enthusiasm gets valued o’er there.” He gives a smile. “It’s a good character trait t’ have.” Even trying not to, even working hard to push away the thought, he still remembered his mother, remembered her going from vibrant and happy and in love and energetic to .. a broken woman, one who had the life and the enthusiasm sucked right out of her, had gone empty in eyes and heart and soul.

“A very good trait t’ have. An’ if’n that makes ya a strange one whereever people are lookin’ at ya t’ judge, then maybe, it’s good bein’ jus’ a li’l on th’ strange side as well.” He was still trying to shake off the ghost-like memory of his mother, as the light slowly faded out of her.

As Josh was hanging in the sky, keeping himself afloat with flaps of his wings that managed to seem lazy even as forceful as they were, he crossed his arms and looked back down at Kurt who was .. somehow .. .. .. “Uh ..” Was he .. why was Kurt .. uhm .. Josh’s smile wavered a bit as he felt a blush starting to come on. He was just about to ask Kurt if he had a fly stuck between his teeth or something when the other man first rubbed his eyes, then spoke again. Luckily before Josh could turn himself into a blushing glow-stick.

Ohhh .. well .. Kurt’s words of explanation .. they made sense. Probably. Josh wasn’t the religious type, so he wasn’t quite certain how the pose might have affected Kurt but .. he figured that it probably was a good explanation. And the only reason for Kurt looking at him a little longer, holding his silence. Josh fought down remnants of the blush that still wanted to creep up on him. “Nah, no problem – ya ain’t no fool fer bein’ surprised fer a moment. Ah ain’t ..” Now it was his time to search for the right words. “.. Ah ain’t weirded out or nothin’. Ah .. Ah’m sorry if’n Ah happened t’ somehow .. offend yer .. religion?” The last thing he wanted was to offend Kurt in any way.

It didn’t seem like Kurt was offended though, what with pushing himself to standing on the board and using Josh’s hands for better leverage. It didn’t escape Josh that, once again, Kurt wasn’t exactly taking his hands – just like he hadn’t during the training exercise. Now was not the time to bring it up (what, he couldn’t exactly .. raise his hands and reassure Kurt that there were no .. stigmata there – it would be .. offensive, probably). Now, instead, was the time to allow Kurt to have his laughing, balancing, water-logged fun. And he did. Oh, he did. Not only did Kurt get himself soaking wet over and over and over again, he also managed to get Josh pretty much as soaking wet as he was going to get without submerging himself into the ocean waters fully.

In the end, when Kurt finally called uncle, Josh was keeping from shivering by mere will-power. But there was not a chance in hell he was going to leave before Kurt was ready to head on in. He laughed self-consciously when Kurt called him his guardian angel which .. yeah, no. First of all, he hadn’t stopped Kurt from injuring himself and secondly, there was a whole lot of un-angelic about him that the other mutant simply didn’t know about.

Looking down at Kurt, relaxing on the board, Josh smiled, muscles rippling in his chest as behind him, slightly water-logged wings had to work even harder to keep him in a hovering position above the other man. “Oh yeah, a hot shower sounds wonderful. Ah cain’t wait to get outta these here soaked pants.” A pair of jeans that, with the water the fabric had absorbed and the shrinkage that had happened due to it, could have been painted on his legs by now. “Ah think Ah’m pretty much frozen inta ‘em.”

Which made peeling out of them, half an hour later when he had brought all those bags and packages he had earlier left by the side of the path to their final destination, a task that nearly necessitated the usage of some scissors but yes – getting his frozen self in the hot shower felt like absolute, utter bliss. And yet, there was no denying he had had great fun, helping Kurt with his first practices of surfing the waves.


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