http://fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fuzzy-diablo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-11-09 03:17 am (UTC)

Man, what had he gotten himself into?

Someone wanted to meet him for whatever reason, and Kurt was as nervous as he'd been since he'd arrived and found out that he turned into the fuzzy terror at night. Maybe he'd feel better about the whole thing if he didn't have this nagging feeling that the person who wanted to see him already knew him. Like Peter had, and Steve.

He couldn't worry about that now. It was next shift, he could mentally prepare himself now... by chasing a kitten around the room.

"Here kitty, kitty!" Kurt called, taking two large strides and scooping up the kitten into his hands. It didn't seem too pleased at being chased, but Kurt gave it a small scratch behind the ears and it seemed happy enough.

Kurt looked over at the person flopped on the couch, waving after his nurse. He looked like he was... well... high.

"Hey man," he said cautiously, holding the cat in one hand. "You okay?"

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