Kurt closed the door and quietly set down his purchase. He'd been at the
nearest bulk store to get himself enough chips to last for more than a few
days when he'd seen it. He'd felt himself strangely drawn by the display,
though he normally avoided that area of the store like the plague. He'd
slowly wandered into the pet section to come face to face with the display
for animal colorants. After a moment's consideration, Kurt actually decided
he'd rather get them than food. The chips he could get any time. This might
not come back around. Past attempts had taught him that products made for
human hair didn't work on his fur.
He'd gotten a little bit of almost everything, from straight dyes to those designed to lighten or darken the fur a tone to little pencils to make spots and stripes stand out better and/or create new ones. He was ready.
After a little consideration, Kurt decided that he wouldn't use any of these products first. First, he's use what he'd purchased months ago, for some time in the distant future when he might want to change his look. For now, though, he grabbed his older purchase, one of the fur darkening items, and a change of clothes. Then he 'ported down to the bathroom. He'd been careful not to 'port into the bathroom ever since the incident with Amara in the shower sent him to the infirmary.
Kurt carefully searched through the attachments for his earlier purchase until he found what he was looking for: a razor attachment that would give his somewhat shorter fur, but still a fairly thick fur coat. Losing all his fur would feel like walking around naked.
Kurt plugged in the razor, grabbed it and the colorant, and slipped inside the shower stall. He carefully buzzed himself shorter in all areas that anyone might see, using his tail to handle the razor occasionally. He chose to skip a few more private bits for comfort's sake. There were just some places that no male in their right mind would want to risk razor-burn. Then he carefully blew fur off the razor and slipped it outside the shower. He had no intentions of electrocuting himself.
Kurt used his time in the shower both to wash away all the annoying bits of lost fur and to darken his remaining fur. Finally, he was out, and he could already find a practical reason for keeping his new look. It took him half the time to blow-dry the shorter fur. In moments he was dressed and 'ported up to his room, intent on studying his new look somewhere where other students wouldn't pound on the door and scream for him to come out.
Kurt carefully studied his look in the mirror. His now shorter, midnight- blue made him look older, more distinguished. He liked the older look, but he didn't want to look distinguished. He needed something to brighten him up. He carefully searched through the semi-permanent fur pencils that were used to create new stripes and spots. That wasn't what he wanted, but right now it was the only option he could think of. He stopped when he saw a metallic gold pencil that had somehow made it into the lot of tamer colors. After thinking for a few moments, Kurt smiled, and started planning the masterpiece he would create on his own body.
Kurt scrawled angelic symbols into his fur alongside Halbespferd and Romani writing. He looked in the mirror for a few minutes, then joined them all together by meaningless swirls and symbols. In moments he was covered head to foot. Now all he needed to do was find the proper audience for his new look. He heard people outside, enjoying the pool. Perfect. He slipped on his trunks, opened the window, and leaped outside. A moment's graceful ramble through the treetops brought him to the pool area, where he dropped into the middle of the students.
"Nice, ja?" he queried, then looked at the faces of his teammates. Looks ranged from shock to uncomprehending to appreciative from some of the girls. This where he was meant to be: the center of attention, so long he wasn't also in the center of a bonfire.
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He'd gotten a little bit of almost everything, from straight dyes to those designed to lighten or darken the fur a tone to little pencils to make spots and stripes stand out better and/or create new ones. He was ready.
After a little consideration, Kurt decided that he wouldn't use any of these products first. First, he's use what he'd purchased months ago, for some time in the distant future when he might want to change his look. For now, though, he grabbed his older purchase, one of the fur darkening items, and a change of clothes. Then he 'ported down to the bathroom. He'd been careful not to 'port into the bathroom ever since the incident with Amara in the shower sent him to the infirmary.
Kurt carefully searched through the attachments for his earlier purchase until he found what he was looking for: a razor attachment that would give his somewhat shorter fur, but still a fairly thick fur coat. Losing all his fur would feel like walking around naked.
Kurt plugged in the razor, grabbed it and the colorant, and slipped inside the shower stall. He carefully buzzed himself shorter in all areas that anyone might see, using his tail to handle the razor occasionally. He chose to skip a few more private bits for comfort's sake. There were just some places that no male in their right mind would want to risk razor-burn. Then he carefully blew fur off the razor and slipped it outside the shower. He had no intentions of electrocuting himself.
Kurt used his time in the shower both to wash away all the annoying bits of lost fur and to darken his remaining fur. Finally, he was out, and he could already find a practical reason for keeping his new look. It took him half the time to blow-dry the shorter fur. In moments he was dressed and 'ported up to his room, intent on studying his new look somewhere where other students wouldn't pound on the door and scream for him to come out.
Kurt carefully studied his look in the mirror. His now shorter, midnight- blue made him look older, more distinguished. He liked the older look, but he didn't want to look distinguished. He needed something to brighten him up. He carefully searched through the semi-permanent fur pencils that were used to create new stripes and spots. That wasn't what he wanted, but right now it was the only option he could think of. He stopped when he saw a metallic gold pencil that had somehow made it into the lot of tamer colors. After thinking for a few moments, Kurt smiled, and started planning the masterpiece he would create on his own body.
Kurt scrawled angelic symbols into his fur alongside Halbespferd and Romani writing. He looked in the mirror for a few minutes, then joined them all together by meaningless swirls and symbols. In moments he was covered head to foot. Now all he needed to do was find the proper audience for his new look. He heard people outside, enjoying the pool. Perfect. He slipped on his trunks, opened the window, and leaped outside. A moment's graceful ramble through the treetops brought him to the pool area, where he dropped into the middle of the students.
"Nice, ja?" he queried, then looked at the faces of his teammates. Looks ranged from shock to uncomprehending to appreciative from some of the girls. This where he was meant to be: the center of attention, so long he wasn't also in the center of a bonfire.
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