![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
steampunk.
Dec. 5th, 2011 12:00 pmSo here's what you missed on Glee:
After a heart-to-heart with his BFF Grace about that boy Maxxie, Kurt determined that he may want to hold off on trying to find someone to date for the time being — ("The sort of thing that'd make me swear a vow of celibacy, or at least swear that my love is only meant for the stage.") — and is instead focusing on both self-defense — ("Just think of this as football practice or something; the guys certainly piled on each other enough, there.") — and considering another go at Rocky Horror, but this time auditioning for Jane Weiss — ("Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty."). Oh, and did we mention that the island's turned into some strange version of Victorian London? But steampunk. Weird, but kinda cool.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Having considerably cheered since finding a rich, dark red velvet cloak in the Compound's clothing box, the halt of snow has Kurt feeling more energetic now than in the first few days of London. With the skies relatively clear, and a few heated stones tucked away in the linings of his pockets, Kurt finds that he can keep himself warm for a fair amount of time as he wanders about London, cheeks rosy with excitement and the cold alike. The long afternoons are made easier by hauling a friend out with him for the trip, and today the person of choice happens to be Billy Kaplan, practically dragged out of the Compound as soon as Kurt noticed that he'd worn the same outfit two days in a row. Which was, all things considered, already criminal on the island proper— but now, with actual shops around which carried respectful choices without the need to dig through improper sizes and neon colors? There was simply no excuse.
Whatsoever.
"This way, this way," Kurt announces, arm wrapped tightly around Billy's own as he spots the first of many clothing shops for the two of them to browse through, shooting Billy a quick look that allows for no argument as they step inside, suddenly awash in warmth and the scent of textiles. As seems to often be the case, the shopkeeper chooses that moment to head into the back, leaving them with the privacy needed to carefully work their way through the selection. "Right. Pick a color. Anything other than red," he instructs, glancing around with wide and approving eyes.
After a heart-to-heart with his BFF Grace about that boy Maxxie, Kurt determined that he may want to hold off on trying to find someone to date for the time being — ("The sort of thing that'd make me swear a vow of celibacy, or at least swear that my love is only meant for the stage.") — and is instead focusing on both self-defense — ("Just think of this as football practice or something; the guys certainly piled on each other enough, there.") — and considering another go at Rocky Horror, but this time auditioning for Jane Weiss — ("Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty."). Oh, and did we mention that the island's turned into some strange version of Victorian London? But steampunk. Weird, but kinda cool.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Having considerably cheered since finding a rich, dark red velvet cloak in the Compound's clothing box, the halt of snow has Kurt feeling more energetic now than in the first few days of London. With the skies relatively clear, and a few heated stones tucked away in the linings of his pockets, Kurt finds that he can keep himself warm for a fair amount of time as he wanders about London, cheeks rosy with excitement and the cold alike. The long afternoons are made easier by hauling a friend out with him for the trip, and today the person of choice happens to be Billy Kaplan, practically dragged out of the Compound as soon as Kurt noticed that he'd worn the same outfit two days in a row. Which was, all things considered, already criminal on the island proper— but now, with actual shops around which carried respectful choices without the need to dig through improper sizes and neon colors? There was simply no excuse.
Whatsoever.
"This way, this way," Kurt announces, arm wrapped tightly around Billy's own as he spots the first of many clothing shops for the two of them to browse through, shooting Billy a quick look that allows for no argument as they step inside, suddenly awash in warmth and the scent of textiles. As seems to often be the case, the shopkeeper chooses that moment to head into the back, leaving them with the privacy needed to carefully work their way through the selection. "Right. Pick a color. Anything other than red," he instructs, glancing around with wide and approving eyes.