coming to america was one of the biggest things that happened to kurt throughout his life. living in germany for whole entire life, the only scenery he was used to was deep in bavaria in places that were deserted enough for a circus to live there. the blue boy had a culture shock when landing in the much larger country, his mind not knowing what many things were or were called. he sat in a cafe, hood hanging tight over his head, his tail tucked away and in his gloved hands was a banana, half bitten. kurt chewed at the strange fruit which he’d never eaten till the moment before looking at the banana in his hand as if he was trying to decided whether he wanted to keep eating it. “is it supposed to be brown?” he spoke aloud in his thick german accent. “i thought food vasn’t supposed to be eaten vhen its brown!” kurt furrowed his brow, his mouth still filled with banana.
billy startled slightly at the question, having gotten a bit lost in his head for a few minutes. he blinked at the banana before laughing. “ no, not really. i think that’s gone bad? “ the other glanced down at their own plate and grabbed the apple that was sitting untouched. “ you can have this instead if you want. “
