The first chapter has an accompanying picture I'll e-mail to whoever wants
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Warren flew off to get the car. He came back with a custom red convertible that put Scott's to shame. Kurt immediately jumped in and put his feet up on the hood. Since Warren still had his wings out (and partially tucked behind and between the bucket seats) Kurt felt no need to activate his holowatch.
After a few minutes of enjoying the open road, Kurt got a brilliant idea. He'd always wanted to play around in a convertible, but Scott had never let him. Maybe this would be different. Kurt hopped up and perched on the top of the windshield. Warren laughed and sped up.
This was going to be fun. After a few minutes of just crouching, Kurt stood, while still on the windshield, and started going into one of his acrobatic routines. Warren was still smiling and only ducked a little so he could still see the road around the fuzzy elf.
Alright. Time to show off a few tricks he'd learned from his circus's equestrians (1) He leaped forward onto the hood of the car, took a bow, then did a triple flip to land on the trunk. Then he started getting fancy. Cartwheels and spins that would have gotten him ground at the institute resulted in cheers and encouragement. Warren seemed to realize that Kurt was acrobatic enough to have no trouble even if he did fall out of the car. Not that he'd fallen with this kind of tricks since he was five.
Warren started making the car swerve as Kurt continued into his more complex routines. The only time he stumbled was when he was swept into the backseat by white feathers, followed by an unrepentant smirk.
Kurt took the hint and used a twisting flip to land himself in the passenger seat. Once again he swung his legs up on the dash and sat back to enjoy the fresh air.
Warren finally broke the silence. "We should get together sometime, do something. Shave Logan bald or something."
"If I shaved him, I'd either end up on probation for life or end up shaved myself. That's a very, very bad idea. Unless you know how to get away with it."
"Nah. Besides, for the trouble that would cause, we could think up something better."
"Logan might track the car and figure out where I'm headed. Maybe we should do something now."
"Sure thing. Lemme head up to the cabin to park the car."
"You've got a cabin up here?" Kurt started smiling that smile you never want to see aimed at you. Then his face fell. "Too bad we can't do anything with it now. Logan would catch me for sure."
Warren parked, grabbed Kurt, and took to the skies. Kurt sat still for a moment, then scrambled around to perch of Warren's back, using his toes to hold on tight just in case of an unexpected barrel roll.
"So where are we headed?" Kurt asked.
"Central Park. We're going to convince some drunks to go sober. But first we've got to stop by my townhouse. I've got a few costumes to complete the effect, and alter our features enough that we won't be recognized."
Normally, Kurt would have been terrified of going out in public in all his fuzzy blue glory. But something about doing it with an 'angel' seemed to make it ok. Instead of demanding a drop-off, he started considering different routines.
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Horse riders. In the circus many of them will ride horses standing up or flip from the back of one horse to another.
Warren flew off to get the car. He came back with a custom red convertible that put Scott's to shame. Kurt immediately jumped in and put his feet up on the hood. Since Warren still had his wings out (and partially tucked behind and between the bucket seats) Kurt felt no need to activate his holowatch.
After a few minutes of enjoying the open road, Kurt got a brilliant idea. He'd always wanted to play around in a convertible, but Scott had never let him. Maybe this would be different. Kurt hopped up and perched on the top of the windshield. Warren laughed and sped up.
This was going to be fun. After a few minutes of just crouching, Kurt stood, while still on the windshield, and started going into one of his acrobatic routines. Warren was still smiling and only ducked a little so he could still see the road around the fuzzy elf.
Alright. Time to show off a few tricks he'd learned from his circus's equestrians (1) He leaped forward onto the hood of the car, took a bow, then did a triple flip to land on the trunk. Then he started getting fancy. Cartwheels and spins that would have gotten him ground at the institute resulted in cheers and encouragement. Warren seemed to realize that Kurt was acrobatic enough to have no trouble even if he did fall out of the car. Not that he'd fallen with this kind of tricks since he was five.
Warren started making the car swerve as Kurt continued into his more complex routines. The only time he stumbled was when he was swept into the backseat by white feathers, followed by an unrepentant smirk.
Kurt took the hint and used a twisting flip to land himself in the passenger seat. Once again he swung his legs up on the dash and sat back to enjoy the fresh air.
Warren finally broke the silence. "We should get together sometime, do something. Shave Logan bald or something."
"If I shaved him, I'd either end up on probation for life or end up shaved myself. That's a very, very bad idea. Unless you know how to get away with it."
"Nah. Besides, for the trouble that would cause, we could think up something better."
"Logan might track the car and figure out where I'm headed. Maybe we should do something now."
"Sure thing. Lemme head up to the cabin to park the car."
"You've got a cabin up here?" Kurt started smiling that smile you never want to see aimed at you. Then his face fell. "Too bad we can't do anything with it now. Logan would catch me for sure."
Warren parked, grabbed Kurt, and took to the skies. Kurt sat still for a moment, then scrambled around to perch of Warren's back, using his toes to hold on tight just in case of an unexpected barrel roll.
"So where are we headed?" Kurt asked.
"Central Park. We're going to convince some drunks to go sober. But first we've got to stop by my townhouse. I've got a few costumes to complete the effect, and alter our features enough that we won't be recognized."
Normally, Kurt would have been terrified of going out in public in all his fuzzy blue glory. But something about doing it with an 'angel' seemed to make it ok. Instead of demanding a drop-off, he started considering different routines.
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Horse riders. In the circus many of them will ride horses standing up or flip from the back of one horse to another.