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ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇʀ! (bamfery) wrote in silverage,

Kurt wasn't usually the door-opener or the greeter. He had to not waste the 'juice' on his image inducer because it was so difficult to charge here in 'effing 1964, so he tried to avoid wearing it whenever he was in familiar territory. Maybe people wouldn't ever be used to a blue half-demon hanging around (literally) but he was safer here than he was in public, that was for sure.

So imagine his surprise when he opened the door to see Raven standing there. "Mo - " He picked his jaw up from the ground. This was still weird, but became slightly less so if he just imagined Raven as a regular woman and not currently about his age and pregnant with him. "Raven," he finished, stumbling a bit. Of course she had mentioned she was coming, why should he be so shocked?

Maybe because she climbed over the gate like an Olympic gymnast?

"I...well, come inside. Do you want me to bring anything in for you?" Kurt asked. Pregnant women shouldn't lift heavy things! .....guh.