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Garâs hands feel empty without a phone in them. Heâs missing out on all the updates on chirper, and he has no doubt his followers are wondering why he hasnât updated his blog in days! His green eyes scan storefronts, looking for something that might sell a smartphone. Or even just an Apple store with an iPad he could use to log in! But there wasnât nothing like that anyâ
âWoah!â He stops abruptly, having almost run crotch-first into the butt of some dude in front of him, reaching for hisâPHONE! A twinge of excitement sparks through his nerves at the sight of it, cancelling out whatever annoyance mightâve come out from being blocked. And then Gar registers who blocked him. Not that he recognized who it was, but that he recognized a fellow furry colorful weirdo. âAha!! Hey, I didnât know there were more people like me hereâor anywhere, really. And donât worry about it. I totally didnât see the embarrassingly clumsy move that just happened. Donât fret.â
  Kurt was smiling - actually, genuinely smiling - for the first time in too long. Heâd been lonely even before he came to this city, and moreso after his arrival. It was nice to see a friendly face, even if it wasnât someone he knew. âOh, there are plenty of people like us where Iâm from! Some more furry than others, of course, but one of my dearest friends, Hank, is incredibly furry. As is Logan.â
   âAnd Iâll have you know I dropped my phone because I only have three fingers, not because Iâm clumsy.â He held a hand up in demonstration, wiggling his fingers for the boy. âAnyway, unique physical traits aside for the moment, my name is Kurt Wagner. Better known as Nightcrawler.â He extended his hand further, reaching for the boyâs to shake. âAnd you are?â











