#enigmaticcarpenter

[not-a-pirate]

*He taps his head with a rolled up blueprint.*

What the--[turns around to see Kurt] Oh, hey. What’s up, Kurt?

[matxria]

Weekend Vibes [Rosetta | Kurt]

It was a cool and breezy afternoon. On days off like this, Rosetta would normally open a thick book and put the kettle on. Her typical weekend was simple and serene, and of course, a little hectic. Getting out of town to stock up on supplies became work, and it practically consumed most of her time. It all happened so quickly, as if it never happened. 

On this particular day, something drew her to a certain valley. It wasn’t the people, the shops, not even the cute farm animals she caught a glimpse of. Regardless of what brought her to the valley, you could tell by her smile, she was quite happy to be here again. Walking along the path, Rosetta noticed a familiar figure pass by. She waved, letting out a chuckle.

“Good afternoon!

[unseen-beneath-the-trees]

Tunnel of Love with a person named Kurt?

[Frowns, picking up her hat and scratching a spot underneath]

Golly gee, maybe I should have a brought a sign and a marker. Like what some people do at the airport.

[not-a-pirate]

Do You Remember? (Joe/Kurt)

A feeling of unease settled in Joe’s stomach that morning as he looked at the calendar -- The Firefly Festival.

Another year, another festival day where Joe would find it hard to be really, truly sad at the loss of his parents.

It happened when he was so young that he found it hard to remember bits and pieces of his family--at the same time, Joe knew it was also a point when he was old enough notice he had lost something great. He didn’t know why he felt that way, though, and that hurt a little.

So this year, Joe finally asked Kurt the question that was burning on his mind, but that he never asked, feeling that it might upset him that he forgot.

“Kurt... what were mom and dad like? I mean... what were they really like?”

[animallovergwen-blog]

[Texts: Hey, look at what I found for you.]

*Gets up from her bed just in time to receive the text and open it.*

... Oh gosh...

[Texts: Is that a Coke bottle with my name on it?!

[animallovergwen-blog]

Wow, Kurt. Wow.

That’s terrible.

[not-a-pirate]

"You got it." He motioned for him to go first. "Go ahead and start it. Hopefully it won't blow up."

Joe wasn’t too nervous up to that point; unril he said hopefully it won’t blow up.

“Uh... y-yeah, right,” he stuttered, leaning forward to turn the key in the ignition. “Just... start the car.”

[not-a-pirate]

"Well, that's how you're usually suppose to take it at first." Reaching the race track, he pointed to the blue beat up truck then tossed Joe the keys. "You know how to start it, right?"

Joe catches the keys in mid-air as Kurt tosses them to him. “Uh... yeah, I think so. Just... put the keys in the ignition and turn it, right?”