For Kurt (December)

[imastud_dude]

The clothes were seriously cramping his style.

It wasn't that he didn't look good in them. In fact, he thought the hats were kind of awesome, but the clothes were seriously complicated. There were trousers and vests that Kurt insisted were called waistcoats, and overcoats and riding jackets and dinner jackets and top hats and bow ties and cuff

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"I think this is a really bad idea."

As Kurt stood in the corner of one of the various shops that he and Puck had already made their way around to in the city, there was not a single part of his body that seemed capable of moving, no stretch of his chest which suggested breathing, and the only proof that he was conscious at all seemed to be the steady movement of his eyes as they carefully tracked Puck's progress. Truth be told, Kurt hadn't been all that eager to head out into the snow, even if it was for the sake of pulling more clothes out from the new and (arguably) improved clothes box, but the fact remained that he didn't want any of their group alone at any times, and if Puck was going to weather the new and changed terrain, then Kurt didn't trust anyone else to keep a leash on the guy.

This might have been a mistake.

"Look, not two months ago, we had a big carnival that took over the island and sprinkled us with candy and fried food and toys and- look where that got us. Murderous stuffed animals. Seriously, Puck, if that was

[imastud_dude]

"So what, are we just supposed to stay inside the apartment all month? 'Cause that's how long they're saying this is going to last," Puck pointed out, rolling his eyes and fishing the box of chocolates out of his pocket.

"Look, I'm putting it back, but there's a whole frickin' city out there, and there's no way in hell I'm not gonna at least check it out."

[highf]

"I feel like I've heard this argument before," Kurt retorted, eyes narrowing as Puck's rolled, watching closely as Puck placed the chocolates back from where he'd grabbed them in the first place, and letting out a traitorous breath that he'd been holding all the while. "Look, far be it from me to be the bad guy and deprive you of all the delicious candy that you could be eating right now, but if I recall correctly, there was some pretty spectacular carnival food that this island offered not even two months ago, which you had, which practically everyone had, and then we were rewarded with Chucky and the thousand living toys. I just don't want us biting off more than we can chew, or, or tempting fate, I don't know."

Sighing, he approached the nearest counter and leaned over the wood, staring after the shopkeepers. "I'd at least feel a little better if we tried to buy the stuff. Nothing good comes for free."

[imastud_dude]

"Buy it with what, dude? I think I've got some like, loose buttons in my pocket. Think that'd work?" he said, arching a skeptical brow. He'd forgotten what it felt like to actually have money, honestly earned or otherwise.

"And do you want to be the one to talk to that creeper? 'Cause I sure don't."