26. welcome back kotter [1651 Albright Lane, backdated to Tuesday morning]

[no_indoor_voice]

[At first, Tybalt assumes he'd just had a fit in the night. He's sore and groggy, but these are sensations he's pretty used to. Nothing that can't be at least solved with a shower.

It's as he's leaving it that he realizes he forgot a towel.

Shit.

Well, that's what hurrying to the linen closet is for.]

[ooc: UNDRONED!]

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[tender_crook]

[Kurt's gotten used to the unswerving rhythms of a mostly-droned household -- with the occasional and by now welcome interruptions of Old Gregg the one unpredictable variable. Nothing to shift him from a vague sense of depression, and most importantly, no one to bother him when obsessively re-counting his clothing or his tiaras, because even Dad knows (with an incredibly creepy wink) a growing boy needs his privacy.

Nothing to potentially foreshadow a still-damp bareass-naked fakedad in his path. Kurt was just on the way to the shower as well, but he's wearing a robe, pyjamas, and probably a couple layers under that just as a precaution.

He jumps backward about a foot once everything registers. Then, testingly,]

Oh hi, Dad.

[no_indoor_voice]

[Tybalt starts and snarls, almost turning around to shout but then scrambling for a towel, breathing as havocked as ever.]

The hell are you doing-

[tender_crook]

[Now that's our boy. The facade shatters.]

Oh God, it's you--

[no_indoor_voice]

Of course it's me-

[There's now enough slightly ragged-edged and by now below-shoulder-length hair showing to make it even more obvious, if it wasn't before.]