Kurt watched his fingers as Mastermind removed the picture. For a moment, he could see his thick blue digits and the human hand like foils on top of each other, though it might just have been be an optical illusion as his mind tried to cope with the fact that the reality he had been looking at suddenly vanished. Kurt dropped his hand.
"Far be it from me to criticize you for it." There was a genuine smile on the teleporter's face when he heard the answer. While his knowledge of cars was, contrary to the popular 'boys and their toys'-theories, rather limited, the age and era of the car were very appealing to him. Though this being Jason's car and me lacking a driver's licence, I will take the place of the femme fatale love interest, Kurt thought, showing fangs in a grin as he slid into the seat next to Jason.
"Ja. Warum?" Kurt leaned forward slightly and pulled the cell phone of the back pocket of his jeans, opening it briefly to see wether he hadn't forgotten to charge the battery. "Special grandma edition," he added with a grin. Indeed, the number pad was much larger. What was meant to compensate for weaker eyes and less precise typing Kurt used to work around his fact that his fingers weren't made for fiddly small keys.