Kurt and Jean-Paul, backdated to 9/5
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ax_mainKurt has a run-in with a growly (but surprisingly restrained) Jean-Paul.
As a growing kid, Kurt had always had a healthy appetite, but ever since his mutation had manifested it seemed to have doubled. Fortunately, food was never in short supply at Xavier's and, like today, the kitchen was always open..
Kurt eyed the contents of the fridge before he started pulling out the makings for a sandwich. Sliced chicken, cheese, lettuce... He considered the condiments before settling on mustard like a proper German since currywurst wasn't an option. Ach, he missed currywurst.
Jean-Paul had long since decided he officially hated being back in school. And this time, he couldn't get kicked out for punching a teacher - worse, he'd probably get flattened by at least half a dozen other kids who didn't get that sometimes words were just a waste of time. His mood was grey enough that he didn't even want to risk the social environment of the cafeteria, and headed down to the kitchen to do for himself.
Kurt was there, which automatically meant this had been a bad idea. Not that Kurt wasn't a good guy. He was kind of adorable. But that also meant you couldn't growl at him without feeling like shit.
"Hey." Simple greeting, and he headed for the fridge.
Kurt smiled at Jean-Paul as he came in. “Hallo,” he greeted back warmly as he took out two slices of bread and laid them out on a plate. “How’re are you?”
"Breathing." Jean-Paul gave Kurt a sideways look. "Why do you do that? Greet everyone like they're your best friend?”
“Why not?” Kurt replied with a shrug. He hadn’t even realized he did it.
Jean-Paul shrugged, then began gathering up the ingredients for pancakes. "No reason not to, I guess. Just not something most people do.”
Kurt laid out some lettuce on one of the bread slices. He followed it with some sliced chicken. “Other people must do it too.”
That got a quiet snort in response. "Not around here.”
That had not been Kurt’s experience here, but, if it had been Jean-Paul’s, Kurt would just have to make up for it. “Is everything alright, mein Freund?” he asked gently.
"I'm fine. Just a shitty day in class. Nothing you did." Flour. Eggs. Sugar. Cinnamon. All into the bowl.
Kurt left his sandwich unfinished for now and came around to where Jean-Paul was working. “Anything I can do to help?”
"Non. I think it would take Xavier to rescramble my brain into something useful right now." Jean-Paul sighed and went looking for milk. "This is fucking ridiculous, you know? As messed up as our lives are, and one the many banes of my existence is still high-school level algebra.”
“That is fucking ridiculous,” Kurt agreed, nodding. “But is it not also what we are kind of fighting for? To be able to do normal stuff, even the annoying, normal stuff, that everybody else gets to do? That being said, I also hate algebra.”
"There's a lot of 'normal' that I'd be happy to ditch," Jean-Paul grumbled.
“Like what?” Kurt propped his elbow on the countertop and cradled his chin in his hand, listening.
"Like the idea that 'fair play' has every been anything but a bullshit ploy to sell tickets." Jean-Paul began mixing pancake batter with more strength than strictly needed.
Kurt’s expression softened with sadness. “Ah. Yes. It would seem that way sometimes,” he agreed. “I think… I think it is an idea, a great idea, that we are always striving to realize. Some more than others, maybe, but trying all the same.”
Damn Wagner and his puppy-dog eyes.
"Look, don't worry about it," Jean-Paul sighed. "There's nothing we can do anyway.”
“I do not think that is true.” Kurt reached over and gave Jean-Paul’s forearm a reassuring squeeze. “I am sorry for whatever troubles you so.”
Jean-Paul shrugged. How the hell did you bitch about what your mutancy might cost you to a kid who couldn't even leave the school without risking his life.
"Thanks. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“Making something to eat,” Kurt said, gesturing to his not even half made sandwich on the counter. “Ever since my mutation manifested, I swear I am always hungry.”
Jean-Paul nodded. "I've heard that a lot since I got here. And it seems like we spend half of our time cafeteria or the kitchen. And I'm getting up once a night to snack most nights. I guess mutant powers demand a lot of energy.”
“It would seem so. The amount of food Xavier’s must go through in a month…” Kurt couldn’t imagine what that must cost.
"Makes a person wonder how this whole operations gets funded, non?”
Kurt chuckled. “I always just assumed the Professor was loaded.” He gestured at the kitchen to indicate the school at large. “All of this is more than I have ever seen.” The cost of the school alone… And then to put everything in it? Ach, it was mind-bending.
"Yeah, I guess..." Jean-Paul glanced down at the batter. "Want any of this?”
“Really?” Kurt asked, visibly perking.
"If you think pancakes will go with a chicken sandwich, why not?" Jean-Paul shrugged easily. "It's not hard to make extras.”
Kurt grinned. “If it did not before, it does now! We may have even discovered a new culinary combination. It will be bigger than peanut butter and jelly.”
"Savory pancakes are a thing." Jean-Paul considered, then began scrolling through his phone, searching for recipes. "Though I'm not making a new batch of batter if we can't adjust this.”
“Oh, no, no, please,” Kurt protested. “You do not have to do anything different. However you were making it is more than good.”
"Fine, fine. I'm starving anyway. Let's get to work."
As a growing kid, Kurt had always had a healthy appetite, but ever since his mutation had manifested it seemed to have doubled. Fortunately, food was never in short supply at Xavier's and, like today, the kitchen was always open..
Kurt eyed the contents of the fridge before he started pulling out the makings for a sandwich. Sliced chicken, cheese, lettuce... He considered the condiments before settling on mustard like a proper German since currywurst wasn't an option. Ach, he missed currywurst.
Jean-Paul had long since decided he officially hated being back in school. And this time, he couldn't get kicked out for punching a teacher - worse, he'd probably get flattened by at least half a dozen other kids who didn't get that sometimes words were just a waste of time. His mood was grey enough that he didn't even want to risk the social environment of the cafeteria, and headed down to the kitchen to do for himself.
Kurt was there, which automatically meant this had been a bad idea. Not that Kurt wasn't a good guy. He was kind of adorable. But that also meant you couldn't growl at him without feeling like shit.
"Hey." Simple greeting, and he headed for the fridge.
Kurt smiled at Jean-Paul as he came in. “Hallo,” he greeted back warmly as he took out two slices of bread and laid them out on a plate. “How’re are you?”
"Breathing." Jean-Paul gave Kurt a sideways look. "Why do you do that? Greet everyone like they're your best friend?”
“Why not?” Kurt replied with a shrug. He hadn’t even realized he did it.
Jean-Paul shrugged, then began gathering up the ingredients for pancakes. "No reason not to, I guess. Just not something most people do.”
Kurt laid out some lettuce on one of the bread slices. He followed it with some sliced chicken. “Other people must do it too.”
That got a quiet snort in response. "Not around here.”
That had not been Kurt’s experience here, but, if it had been Jean-Paul’s, Kurt would just have to make up for it. “Is everything alright, mein Freund?” he asked gently.
"I'm fine. Just a shitty day in class. Nothing you did." Flour. Eggs. Sugar. Cinnamon. All into the bowl.
Kurt left his sandwich unfinished for now and came around to where Jean-Paul was working. “Anything I can do to help?”
"Non. I think it would take Xavier to rescramble my brain into something useful right now." Jean-Paul sighed and went looking for milk. "This is fucking ridiculous, you know? As messed up as our lives are, and one the many banes of my existence is still high-school level algebra.”
“That is fucking ridiculous,” Kurt agreed, nodding. “But is it not also what we are kind of fighting for? To be able to do normal stuff, even the annoying, normal stuff, that everybody else gets to do? That being said, I also hate algebra.”
"There's a lot of 'normal' that I'd be happy to ditch," Jean-Paul grumbled.
“Like what?” Kurt propped his elbow on the countertop and cradled his chin in his hand, listening.
"Like the idea that 'fair play' has every been anything but a bullshit ploy to sell tickets." Jean-Paul began mixing pancake batter with more strength than strictly needed.
Kurt’s expression softened with sadness. “Ah. Yes. It would seem that way sometimes,” he agreed. “I think… I think it is an idea, a great idea, that we are always striving to realize. Some more than others, maybe, but trying all the same.”
Damn Wagner and his puppy-dog eyes.
"Look, don't worry about it," Jean-Paul sighed. "There's nothing we can do anyway.”
“I do not think that is true.” Kurt reached over and gave Jean-Paul’s forearm a reassuring squeeze. “I am sorry for whatever troubles you so.”
Jean-Paul shrugged. How the hell did you bitch about what your mutancy might cost you to a kid who couldn't even leave the school without risking his life.
"Thanks. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“Making something to eat,” Kurt said, gesturing to his not even half made sandwich on the counter. “Ever since my mutation manifested, I swear I am always hungry.”
Jean-Paul nodded. "I've heard that a lot since I got here. And it seems like we spend half of our time cafeteria or the kitchen. And I'm getting up once a night to snack most nights. I guess mutant powers demand a lot of energy.”
“It would seem so. The amount of food Xavier’s must go through in a month…” Kurt couldn’t imagine what that must cost.
"Makes a person wonder how this whole operations gets funded, non?”
Kurt chuckled. “I always just assumed the Professor was loaded.” He gestured at the kitchen to indicate the school at large. “All of this is more than I have ever seen.” The cost of the school alone… And then to put everything in it? Ach, it was mind-bending.
"Yeah, I guess..." Jean-Paul glanced down at the batter. "Want any of this?”
“Really?” Kurt asked, visibly perking.
"If you think pancakes will go with a chicken sandwich, why not?" Jean-Paul shrugged easily. "It's not hard to make extras.”
Kurt grinned. “If it did not before, it does now! We may have even discovered a new culinary combination. It will be bigger than peanut butter and jelly.”
"Savory pancakes are a thing." Jean-Paul considered, then began scrolling through his phone, searching for recipes. "Though I'm not making a new batch of batter if we can't adjust this.”
“Oh, no, no, please,” Kurt protested. “You do not have to do anything different. However you were making it is more than good.”
"Fine, fine. I'm starving anyway. Let's get to work."
