InsaneJournal

Kurt was primarily driven by three things: faith, compassion, and food. He was a devout Catholic, he was a good friend, he was a playful prankster (when the world wasn't in crisis, which seemed like all the time these days), and he was a voracious eater. He had a quick metabolism and an appetite for anything that wasn't really good for you----the greasier, the more sugary, the better. It was a wonder he didn't weigh five hundred pounds with the way he ate, but Kurt insisted that the act of teleportation burned thousands of calories and he had to eat like a maniac in order to keep up.

He really wasn't supposed to be out on the town. The only reason he was out of bed and not still unconscious and undergoing a hundred spinal surgeries was Elvyran Adelaide and his healing hands. Kurt wasn't up to par yet. He wore a back brace that kept him stiff and uncomfortable, and he was in considerable pain, and frustrated because he wasn't able to move the way that he instinctually wanted to move. Naturally flexible beyond normal human limits, the idea of being restrained thanks to a devastating spinal injury was like a nightmare. He felt like he could barely move, and he wasn't allowed to teleport, either. Too much strain on his body, Elvyran said.

So, really, if Kurt didn't get out, if he didn't go somewhere, he was going to go insane with frustration. He was incredibly grateful to be alive and he thanked God (and Elvyran) in his prayers almost constantly----but that didn't mean he wasn't bored out of his mind. And hungry. He'd gone through the entire get-well basket already and was craving Chinese food. Craving it. And he could have easily asked someone to get it for him, really he could have. He knew that. But in the end, he just wanted an excuse to close his bedroom door and----bamf-----teleport out of his room.

Oh, that hurt. OH, that really hurt. Teleporting. Strain on body. Elvyran was right. Definitely right. But that didn't deter Kurt. Image inducer on and his tail tucked into the back of his pants, he climbed onto a bicycle and rode into Salem Center. It was faster and a little bit easier than walking, but any time the bicycle went over a bump or he accidentally hit a pothole, there was a jarring sensation down Kurt's spine that nearly drove him down the road. No good, that was no good.

Nonetheless! Kurt persevered and made it to town, parking his bicycle outside Ginger Blossom and going in----and coming out with a bag full of chicken lo mein, crispy noodles, and crab rangoon. Clutching the bag, he looked from it to the bicycle, and... oh, there was no way in hell he was going to make it back in one piece without a rest. Therefore, he carefully sank down onto an outdoor bench and started to pull out his food. His spine felt like it was throbbing, but... but Chinese food made everything better. Really.