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ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇʀ! (bamfery) wrote in silverage,

Well, hell. Kurt almost tripped all over himself as he was jerked back by an invisible puppet string. For someone so agile, he really was acting like he had spaghetti noodles for limbs this evening. "Oh, sorry!" he immediately apologised, face turning a lovely shade of fire-engine red. He offered his arm with a grand flourish. "Do you not want to drink a fattening beverage? You look pretty good, I'm sure the calories won't kill you."

Was he supposed to have an agenda? Like, 'yes, I plan to get you sloshed and grope you behind a building in a dark alley, Ally'? Curses! He was so bad at...not being awkward.

"So, you're into ballet? How's that working out for you?" He had met a few ballerinas during his time with the circus, so he at least knew what some of the fancy jumps and other things were called. Sort of.