11: emotional punch to the gut by way of hope chest

[tender_crook]

(Backdated to event's end and the distribution of regains:)

[Kurt hasn't even brought his regain inside yet. Instead he's parked on the front steps of 1651 Albright Lane, dismantling cardboard and brown paper wrapping to get at a rather cumbersome package. Once he gets the wrapping off, the smell of cedar floods out. It's not more clothes, but a

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[perfektsymmetry]

[Oh geez, well

He can't let you hurt yourself or something.]

Ah. You need some help, there?

[tender_crook]

[snaps, rather flushed in the face,:]

No thanks.

[perfektsymmetry]

[Crowe sighs heavily, sets down his newspaper bag and approaches.] Don't be like that. It's too hot outside to be fighting with something like this alone.

[tender_crook]

I'm sorry, it's just-- it's fragile--

[mathisradical]

[ Here, have a random passerby who happens to like giving everybody he sees a hard time. Niou pauses in his somewhat-daily walk to watch in curiosity for a moment. ]

Protip, everybody always checks the trunks first. It's a classic stashin' place.

[tender_crook]

[Kurt looks up from his hauling, slightly annoyed]

I know what's inside.

[mathisradical]

Yeah, we all know what's inside. That's the point. It's way too obvious. Haven't you read any murder mysteries?

[tender_crook]

[He sighs and opens the lid, having to prise up the latch with his fingernails. Inside, at least the top layer is a quilt sewn together from different old tee shirts. It doesn't look very heirloom, but the sentimental value is obvious -- though not immediately understandable.

It's also carefully arranged to cover everything that could possibly be underneath.]

Happy? It's exactly the way I left it.