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Cute. Very cute. The thought kept popping up over and over again while she watched the boy stumble about all over himself and his words. A nearly silent trail of giggles poured from her lips, a precedent to an even broader and brighter smile that came with hearing his statement. So fuckin’ adorable! “You will have many duties to uphold as my honorary Prince, blue boy. And I don’t want to hear any complaints about this, you practically volunteered yourself for this!” 

A small part of Temperance wondered if he truly knew what he was getting himself into and if he was prepared to deal with her ‘type’. She wasn’t much like any of the girls that roamed these halls. She was unrefined, untamed, dangerous to all young boys whose minds are clouded by their heart and ruled by their horomones. It didn’t much matter if he was prepared for the storm that is Temperance Smith or not, either way she was going to enjoy his reactions whether it went one way or the other. Whether it was the fumbley reaction of a boy who isn’t too sure of himself, or that of a boy who was completely certain what it was he wanted from her. 

When his question finally filled the air, she knew what he was trying to do. Ah, he didn’t want to take her to his room right away. Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she took in that information and sat in thought for oh only about a few seconds before saying. “Nope! Not really~ Hmm, Why don’t you take me to your favorite spot in the Institute, Kurt. That’d be interesting” 

“But I wouldn’t dream of complaining, fraulein,” he responded, at least able to gain a bit of confidence back after his somewhat amusing fumble. His tail was nervously swaying behind him then. It was easy to tell that he was a little embarrassed by his behavior. “It’s always such an honor to assist a beautiful woman in need. That is what a true gentleman does, ja?” Kurt, truly, wanted to get to know this blonde-haired girl. Every part of his brain was telling him that jumping headfirst into this curiosity was both stupid and dangerous—but his gut was telling him to throw that caution to the wind and have fun. She was interesting. Interesting and beautiful and just so… her. Temperance didn’t really seem to care what others thought of her as she walked around in whatever she chose to wear or look like. He admired that about her. 

He was shaken from his thoughts when she responded to his question, and he felt his cheeks burn from the tone in her voice. After all, he hadn’t really meant anything distasteful! So then why did he feel so ashamed. One three-fingered hand brushed back his hair, using it as a diversion to look away and gather his wits once again—and to hopefully stop his face from feeling so warm. Only after calming down did he reply to her. “My favorite spot? You mean besides the kitchen? I think I can manage that.” He could, technically, teleport them to any part of the mansion that he could think of. And in being a student for as long as he had… he could think of a lot of places. The main problem was finding a place that would be interesting enough. 

Finally, he allowed himself to relax from the embarrassing episode, posture visibly calming only when he began to move on. That was when he recalled just how nice the dusk could look at this time while on the roof. It would be something that was definitely interesting, and wasn’t something usually seen. “Well, I can get us there, but you’re going to hold on to me. Ah—that isn’t a cheap move, by the way,” he quickly explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Mainly, its so you won’t get… lost… on the way and so that you won’t fall when we arrive. Some people get really, really sick when I ‘port.” He looked at her, a bit apprehensively. “What do you say?”

(Source: kurtbamfwagner)