Kurt & Match; Red Meet Blue
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xp_communicationMatch meets a mansion member potentially more out of sight than himself — Kurt.
Another late night, and then taking a nap after work so he was up at the middle of the night. Match was once again creeping through the halls of the mansion, avoiding the damaged areas to find his way to one of the non-main kitchens. Since the girl - Hope - had arrived, he'd been cautious. Maybe that's why he turned around suddenly as he passed another hall, stopping entirely as a blue-skinned man came into view. "...Are you new or am I new to you?"
"I have been here a very, very long time", Kurt said easily, "so I think you are new to me. My name is Kurt."
"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Match said, almost instinctively. "I'm Match, uh, nice to meet ya, Kurt. How long is a long time?"
He had to actually stop and think about that. "...21 years."
“Damn that is a long time,” Match blurted out, though he immediately looked embarrassed when he realized how loud he'd been. He froze for a moment, hoping he hadn't somehow woken someone up, before looking back at the man. "Sorry, I... I got loud, I didn't mean to."
Kurt chuckled. "No harm done, I promise. I do not think I intended to stay so long when I first came here, but... things happen."
“You get married too?” Match asked, nodding his head in a show of empathy. “I get it, it really changed my plans too.”
He blinked. "Ah, sadly, no. Almost, once or twice, but... no. I did find family of a different kind."
Match hummed in thought, scrambling to backpedal but unsure how he’d even go about it. “Oh, so you… friends? Found family?”
"Yes. And long-lost adopted family, and blood family I did not know I had." He grinned crookedly. "One of my blood relatives, I even still speak to. She is here now, actually."
“Oh that’s cool, I didn’t think you were Australian but it makes sense,” a pause as Match thought about something. “Madin’s ‘they’ though, just sayin’.”
"Oh - no, not Madin, though I can see why you might have thought so. I meant Marie, who goes by Rogue. And is visiting for two weeks." There was a note of affectionate doubt in his voice at the last bit.
“Oh… sorry I don’t know her, then, though I hope you’re having a good two weeks.” A slightly crooked grin formed, Match’s tone earnest. “Are you Australian?”
"No", Kurt said with a grin in return. "I was born in Germany, and though my family travelled widely, I have never been to Australia."
“Huh, that’s… not near Australia?” Match’s voice pitched up in the question, face full of confusion. “Every single piece of geography has left my brain.”
“Perhaps you are thinking of Austria”, Kurt suggested lightly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d heard that. “That is next to Germany and was once part of it.”
“Uhhhh yeah, sure, that’s it,” Match nodded, idly. “Can I, uhhhh, can I ask what you do? Or uh is it just how you look? Fuck I mean — your powers or- I’m going to stop talking.”
That got him a reassuring smile, with only a touch of gentle amusement. "I have some extra agility, and I can teleport but not as far as some of the others."
"Oh," a pause as Match pieced things together. "So you... are quick and you teleport? Aren't those the same thing? Er, I mean, not the same but like same-like, similar?"
“In a way, I suppose, though not exactly. I am no quicker on foot than anyone else of similar fitness, but a little more sure footed. In my younger days, I was an acrobat. And teleportation, of course, is faster than any runner except perhaps a speedster.”
"Younger- oh, right, you weren't... 41 for your whole life. Can you, uh, can you juggle?" The question was edged in eagerness as Match looked Kurt over. "Or, is that that a different thing? Not agility?"
That got a grin. “Yes, I can juggle. I try to keep up some of the old circus skills as space allows. Why, would you like to learn?”
"Yes," he replied immediately, firmly, unwilling to let the opportunity pass him. “Uh, please.”
"Then you shall", Kurt agreed without hesitation. "Almost everyone can do it, with enough practice."
"Oh, hm, I have a job." Match informed Kurt after a thoughtful sound. "How much time do I need to practice?"
"It is not so much about how much time you spend on it every day, as how much you practice it total. Some say it takes 10,000 hours to become the master of a skill, but others say it can take much less if you have a teacher directing you to do it properly. And, of course, if you only want to do this as a hobby, not a public performer, you do not need to master it perfectly."
"That... makes sense," Match agreed slowly, trying to understand how much work would be ahead of him if he wanted to learn to juggle. "I mean... it's not like I'm doing much outside of working and gaming. But you... would teach me?" The question was dubious, but hesitantly hopeful.
“Gladly”, Kurt said with a smile, “For as long as you want me to.”
“Okay, but, uh, I don't think I got anything to trade you, or pay you? How much would juggling classes cost?" Into the weeds Match's mind wandered, trying to place a price on learning a new skill. "Unless there's something I can do for you?"
"Ah, we can think of something sooner or later, no doubt. There is no rush to repay me, I will enjoy it."
“Alright cool,” as he spoke a crooked grin flashed across his face, “here’s my number and we can plan somethin’ when I’m not workin’.”
“Then we have a plan.” He grinned back. “I will text you so that you have mine.”
Another late night, and then taking a nap after work so he was up at the middle of the night. Match was once again creeping through the halls of the mansion, avoiding the damaged areas to find his way to one of the non-main kitchens. Since the girl - Hope - had arrived, he'd been cautious. Maybe that's why he turned around suddenly as he passed another hall, stopping entirely as a blue-skinned man came into view. "...Are you new or am I new to you?"
"I have been here a very, very long time", Kurt said easily, "so I think you are new to me. My name is Kurt."
"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Match said, almost instinctively. "I'm Match, uh, nice to meet ya, Kurt. How long is a long time?"
He had to actually stop and think about that. "...21 years."
“Damn that is a long time,” Match blurted out, though he immediately looked embarrassed when he realized how loud he'd been. He froze for a moment, hoping he hadn't somehow woken someone up, before looking back at the man. "Sorry, I... I got loud, I didn't mean to."
Kurt chuckled. "No harm done, I promise. I do not think I intended to stay so long when I first came here, but... things happen."
“You get married too?” Match asked, nodding his head in a show of empathy. “I get it, it really changed my plans too.”
He blinked. "Ah, sadly, no. Almost, once or twice, but... no. I did find family of a different kind."
Match hummed in thought, scrambling to backpedal but unsure how he’d even go about it. “Oh, so you… friends? Found family?”
"Yes. And long-lost adopted family, and blood family I did not know I had." He grinned crookedly. "One of my blood relatives, I even still speak to. She is here now, actually."
“Oh that’s cool, I didn’t think you were Australian but it makes sense,” a pause as Match thought about something. “Madin’s ‘they’ though, just sayin’.”
"Oh - no, not Madin, though I can see why you might have thought so. I meant Marie, who goes by Rogue. And is visiting for two weeks." There was a note of affectionate doubt in his voice at the last bit.
“Oh… sorry I don’t know her, then, though I hope you’re having a good two weeks.” A slightly crooked grin formed, Match’s tone earnest. “Are you Australian?”
"No", Kurt said with a grin in return. "I was born in Germany, and though my family travelled widely, I have never been to Australia."
“Huh, that’s… not near Australia?” Match’s voice pitched up in the question, face full of confusion. “Every single piece of geography has left my brain.”
“Perhaps you are thinking of Austria”, Kurt suggested lightly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d heard that. “That is next to Germany and was once part of it.”
“Uhhhh yeah, sure, that’s it,” Match nodded, idly. “Can I, uhhhh, can I ask what you do? Or uh is it just how you look? Fuck I mean — your powers or- I’m going to stop talking.”
That got him a reassuring smile, with only a touch of gentle amusement. "I have some extra agility, and I can teleport but not as far as some of the others."
"Oh," a pause as Match pieced things together. "So you... are quick and you teleport? Aren't those the same thing? Er, I mean, not the same but like same-like, similar?"
“In a way, I suppose, though not exactly. I am no quicker on foot than anyone else of similar fitness, but a little more sure footed. In my younger days, I was an acrobat. And teleportation, of course, is faster than any runner except perhaps a speedster.”
"Younger- oh, right, you weren't... 41 for your whole life. Can you, uh, can you juggle?" The question was edged in eagerness as Match looked Kurt over. "Or, is that that a different thing? Not agility?"
That got a grin. “Yes, I can juggle. I try to keep up some of the old circus skills as space allows. Why, would you like to learn?”
"Yes," he replied immediately, firmly, unwilling to let the opportunity pass him. “Uh, please.”
"Then you shall", Kurt agreed without hesitation. "Almost everyone can do it, with enough practice."
"Oh, hm, I have a job." Match informed Kurt after a thoughtful sound. "How much time do I need to practice?"
"It is not so much about how much time you spend on it every day, as how much you practice it total. Some say it takes 10,000 hours to become the master of a skill, but others say it can take much less if you have a teacher directing you to do it properly. And, of course, if you only want to do this as a hobby, not a public performer, you do not need to master it perfectly."
"That... makes sense," Match agreed slowly, trying to understand how much work would be ahead of him if he wanted to learn to juggle. "I mean... it's not like I'm doing much outside of working and gaming. But you... would teach me?" The question was dubious, but hesitantly hopeful.
“Gladly”, Kurt said with a smile, “For as long as you want me to.”
“Okay, but, uh, I don't think I got anything to trade you, or pay you? How much would juggling classes cost?" Into the weeds Match's mind wandered, trying to place a price on learning a new skill. "Unless there's something I can do for you?"
"Ah, we can think of something sooner or later, no doubt. There is no rush to repay me, I will enjoy it."
“Alright cool,” as he spoke a crooked grin flashed across his face, “here’s my number and we can plan somethin’ when I’m not workin’.”
“Then we have a plan.” He grinned back. “I will text you so that you have mine.”
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Date: 2024-01-11 05:25 pm (UTC)Kurt's careful nurturing, especially on stressing that Match's joy is enough, is a joy.