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Anger

No words could describe what he was feeling. Kurt never described himself as emotional, but he wasn’t immune to feelings. He felt them just as well as anyone else. Naturally, there were a certain few he didn’t feel as strongly.

He didn’t think anger would be a strong one.

It was, though, and it wouldn’t go away.

Kurt tried to work through it, but it hardly worked. He would feel it the moment he saw her. Every time she saw her, the anger came flowing back and rekindled. This was not good.

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*he rolled his eyes.* Whatever you say. You’re probably still imagining it.

*she leered at him.* I’m a pro at giving and receiving weird looks. I don’t know what it was about my presentation, but he didn’t like it.

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Kurt raised his eyebrow at the comment. Well, this was true that he himself never looked like one. It didn’t deserve a reaction, anyway. Whoever this person it, he really was a grump. Sure, he was, too, but he at least didn’t look like that after leaving a store.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing really. Not a pleasant thing to see of someone coming out of a store in general.”

Change is Difficult

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Wasn’t this where she lived?

Kurt had looked all over the village, trying to find the store that Rosetta had supposedly worked at. It wasn’t that he was here for any special reason. He had a day off, decided to travel, and found himself here without even realizing it. So, why not stop in and pay her a visit? What was the harm in that?

Finally, after getting frustrated, he asked a villager where he could find it. In a matter of minutes, he was there. And just in time to see a grumpy person walk out of it. Kurt frowned himself, looking at the man. “You look like a barrel of laughs.”

Change is Difficult

Danny had been unable to focus at work all that day. It had been a bit cloudy all day, so it was dark by the time 5:00 came. Danny new the days were steadily growing longer, but it was hard to tell on days like these.

He had nearly messed up the labeling on a couple of items. He had been temped to leave them that way, and he might have, if he wasn’t worried Rosetta was going to turn around any minute. As Danny stepped out of Rosetta’s store, he frowned a bit, displeased with the thought. He was supposed to be getting better at this. So why did it feel like he was slinking back into his old habits?

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*he looked at the judge.* Really? You’re imagining things. I doubt that’s really the case.

*snorts, crossing her arms.* I’m lucky I even got that far! I was late and it took me a while to get here. At least they didn’t subtract points for that. *points to the more bluer of the judges.* Although, I’m pretty sure that one kinda had it out for me….

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Don’t blow your top because you tied for second.

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Just a heads up, I’m editing Kurt’s blog, so if it seems weird, that’s why!

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“Ah, not at all. My boss wants us to appreciate the ones we have. Unless they break, we really don’t get knew ones,” Kurt explained. He continued to test the weight of the axe, swinging it a bit back and forth. “If I had to choose, though... I’d definitely pick up this one. It feels nice and it’s made really well.”

He chuckled the moment he watched the other’s face flush ever so slightly– in a way, the way they got embarrassed the moment swift, simple facts were pointed out reminded him all too much of Raven, or how she used to be the first few months they spent together.

“Oh, a carpenter?” The blacksmith immediately replied with newly piqued interest, “That would explain it.” Now that he looked carefully, he had the build of one too, “Are you here because your last one got worn out, or just to browse?”

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“What? No conversation?” He was messing with her, of course. ... He did have a hard time conveying when he was kidding with someone. It took a certain amount of people to really understand that he was. It was surely something to work on, if he ever found the time. ... Or the motivation.

With the bucket on the rim of the well, he dipped his hands into it and splashed the water on his face and neck. It was refreshing. After a hard days work of being a carpenter, it didn’t hurt to take a break to cool off and have a drink. It felt barbaric to drink straight from the bucket, but there was no cup or even a ladle nearby. Cupping his hands, he pulled a small puddle out and took a sip.

Fully refreshed, he turned to Rosetta. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

Weekend Vibes [Rosetta | Kurt]

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That’s not good, Joe. I get that fishing is important... but still.

Oh, really? (Kurt/Joe)

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*He frowned.* Have you been sleeping at all?

Oh, really? (Kurt/Joe)

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Oh, really? (Kurt/Joe)

not-a-pirate:

Oh. [scratches his head] Well, I’m trying to get in as much fishing as I can before the river freezes over.

*He raised an eyebrow at him.* I didn’t think rivers froze over during the winter. Since, you know, it’s constantly moving..

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What was that he saw? A nervous tick? Maybe it wasn’t a nervous tick at all, just a habit. Kinda like how he fiddled with his bandanna after a while. Upon the next statement, Kurt felt the color rise to his cheeks. He didn’t saw anything too embarrassing... but he sure felt like he did. Kurt looked away, feeling the axe some more in his hands.

"I’m a carpenter. You get a feel for these things when you’ve been one for years.”

The dwarf watched with curiosity as the customer (?) picked up one of the axes, the familiar yet still urge of wanting to forge more of the same weapons washing over him (which usually happened whenever he looked at something that was forged). The moment he felt that, he unconsciously started fidgeting with the hammer that he always carried, wondering what type of ore he’d use to forge it.

Yet the moment he heard the other’s response, his face immediately lit up, a radiant smile imprinted on his face. “Don’t be sorry!” The blacksmith said as he waved his hands in a dismissive manner, “You’re completely right! I should make a note of that, for later use. Thank you.” After a short pause, he said, “You seem to be quite knowledgable about axes than most.”

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*He opened his mouth to say something, most likely condescending, but quickly closed it.* Nothing really. Just haven’t seen you around lately.

*He taps his head with a rolled up blueprint.*

What the–[turns around to see Kurt] Oh, hey. What’s up, Kurt?

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by Elle_Zee

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Thanksgiving

Making sure that the shower was still running, Gwen quickly sneaked into the apprentice shack. With the tray of cookies in her hand, she made sure that no one was around. She placed it onto the table in the middle of the room. It wasn’t much, but it didn’t matter. At least the message would come across clearly. Before anyone could find her, she hurried out of the shack, making her way back to her own home and room.

A shower was what he needed today.

Nothing he worked with was of any use. Woody, pottery, flowers, you name it, it wouldn’t work for him. He tried his best, but he could only work so hard before giving up. He had met his match when he broke a few stems off a few of his flowers. It was frustratingly to not be able to work. It made his arms tingle when he wasn’t doing it. Even now it bothered him to call it a day early.

There was nothing he could do about it now. He would just have to go to be dearly and sleep the feeling of.

After dressing and leaving the bathroom, he found the tray and frowned. Only a few people would actually give him something, and even fewer would dare come into the shack to put it on the table. Taking a cookie, he bit in to it. Well, they weren’t bad. At least he got some for such a day as today.

Even if the person it was from frustrated him from all end.

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If you had to pick one or the other, do you think it would be easier for you to live without the use of your arms or without your eyesight?

... This... is a tough question. Honestly, I’d rather be without my eyesight. I wouldn’t be able to work, but I would be able to feel wood or my tools in my hands. Not being able to pick them up and hold them would be worse than losing my eyesight.

Besides, I don’t think Gwen and the others would look forward to taking care of me if I had no arms.