May 26, 2010 20:09
[The guides most certainly seem to have a mind of their own, as this one suddenly turns on to reveal Aoko and Kurt still dressed only in their towels, sitting at a table in the food court, watching people and aliens alike pass by.
Well, Kurt is watching them pass by. Aoko's head is bowed as she focuses sternly on her chocolate shake, her face flushed a deep shade of red in embarrassment.
Suddenly, a well-built male with naught but a towel wrapped around his waist passes in front of the two, and Kurt immediately nudges Aoko]
Uhm... that one has the right number of arms... [Kurt smirks and nudges Aoko] ...well, it's your turn. You didn't say anything even when that guy with the dark and messy hair passed by, and I thought he was your type.
U-um...
[Aoko shakes her head and refuses to look up. Kurt nudges her again]
I'm sure that the white table in front of you must be hiding the meaning of life or something, but staring at it instead of enjoying this won't do any good. Tables don't talk or look sexy. And the answer is 42.
[Aoko gulps and pries her face from the milkshake to eye the man tentatively and in embarrassment]
I suppose he is... a... 9?
[The video feed cuts out]
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