He didn't like the internet. He didn't like computers, and he didn't like typing. It wasn't that he disliked technology, more so just the act of typing itself. So when the Professor suggested that the students try meeting people online, Kurt was more than a little put off by the idea. He reasoned that he wasn't actually a student, so he wasn't to be included in this little venture. "You wouldn't want to set a bad example, would you Kurt?" The Professor later told him, shattering his little illusion.
So Kurt sat in front of the blank screen in his room, fumbling with the keys and muttering under his breath in German. He typed in the address that the Professor had given him, and he was taken to a page whose sole purpose was to make "e-mail pals".
"How's it going Kurt?" Asked a voice from the doorway.
He sighed without turning around. "I don't mean to question the Professor's ideas, but I do not see the meaning in this."
"Oh come on Kurt, it can't be that bad. Let me see." Storm peered over his shoulder, taking the mouse into her own hand and began browsing the pages. "Look at this, here's Ami, she's a twenty four year old amateur photographer who wants to make friends not boyfriends, why not send her a letter?"
Embarrassed, Kurt gestured towards the keyboard with his hands. "I am having trouble… with the typing."
Storm laughed a little and tugged on his tail. "You'll get the hang of it," she said as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Kurt stared after her, puzzled for a moment, before realizing what she meant. Within minutes he was learning that while he wasn't a fast typist by any means, he was much better at typing with his tail than his fingers.
"So… Ami… what to say to you…"
Slowly he began typing an e-mail, and after reading it over roughly six times, he clicked the send key.
