Kurt was in fact nice and normal. Except for having to worry about blue fur, a tail, yellow eyes, and fanged teeth when he went out in public - yes, he was actually the epitome of a pleasant young man! He was also nervous. And shy. And somewhat awkward around women, especially one who looked like Cindy and who apparently could make weapons out of rubber bands like Cindy. He was constantly afraid he was doing something wrong, and perhaps that's why his luck with the opposite sex had been...bad. But it wasn't as if he was faking his inexperience. Being a circus freak for twenty-one years wasn't exactly the biggest draw for women, or so he assumed.
Now here he was, dressed nicely in a pair of jeans, a crisp shirt, and a blazer he probably looked like a hipster tool but this type of clothing never went out of style, right? He also was glad to have met up with 1960s Charles Xavier, in order to be honing his abilities, earning his keep, and actually having a roof over his head. He had been waiting to call his friend Alison until he actually had the money to pay her back, and now that he did, he felt so much better.
Image inducer on! Now just not to stutter. "Guten Abend, Cindy," Kurt smiled, sliding into the seat across from her. "I'm so sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long."