[Frankly, he shouldn't be surprised that people have already started talking. It's a school and even worse, all of them live here; there's no real escape from prying eyes and whispers of who might have hooked up the night before. Fridays were part of the weekend, after all.
Kurt's more in luck than he'd assumed because people come to sit with him and when he glances up from beneath his hood, eyes bloodshot and a frown creasing his features, it must be enough to clue them in on his currently dour mood. He shrugs when questioned, but they move along, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.
After this, he could go and search Quentin out, see about getting some clearer answers about last night. He'd drank more than he anticipated and while he hadn't been completely gone, there are a few things that continue to gnaw at his conscious. Mostly, the insatiable curiosity is spurred by his need to know how far he and the other mutant had gone, since he can't seem to remember.
The commotion caused by Quentin and another student make him look up from where he's dragging a spoon through the yogurt mixture, iridescent eyes broadening at the sight of the pink-haired male. He turned away as quickly as he could manage, focusing his attention on the table in hopes that he hadn't been caught staring. Okay, so, there he was. All he'd have to do is get up, walk over and ask to talk to him - alone.
Kurt shifted to his feet, abandoning his food at the table and making a beeline straight for Quentin, murmuring nonsensically under his breath. What if he caused problems by doing this? He paused mid-step at the thought, thankfully avoiding his own collision when he tunes back in. If he continues to do that, he'll definitely end up making a scene. A swift twist of his body allows his fellow student to brush past him and he returns to walking, determination bubbling hot in his chest and once he's close enough--]
no subject
Kurt's more in luck than he'd assumed because people come to sit with him and when he glances up from beneath his hood, eyes bloodshot and a frown creasing his features, it must be enough to clue them in on his currently dour mood. He shrugs when questioned, but they move along, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.
After this, he could go and search Quentin out, see about getting some clearer answers about last night. He'd drank more than he anticipated and while he hadn't been completely gone, there are a few things that continue to gnaw at his conscious. Mostly, the insatiable curiosity is spurred by his need to know how far he and the other mutant had gone, since he can't seem to remember.
The commotion caused by Quentin and another student make him look up from where he's dragging a spoon through the yogurt mixture, iridescent eyes broadening at the sight of the pink-haired male. He turned away as quickly as he could manage, focusing his attention on the table in hopes that he hadn't been caught staring. Okay, so, there he was. All he'd have to do is get up, walk over and ask to talk to him - alone.
Kurt shifted to his feet, abandoning his food at the table and making a beeline straight for Quentin, murmuring nonsensically under his breath. What if he caused problems by doing this? He paused mid-step at the thought, thankfully avoiding his own collision when he tunes back in. If he continues to do that, he'll definitely end up making a scene. A swift twist of his body allows his fellow student to brush past him and he returns to walking, determination bubbling hot in his chest and once he's close enough--]
... Quentin.