[Just when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse, there was a knock on the door.]
[With a sharp intake of breath, he snapped his gaze to the door and froze there, unable to look away from the thin wood which was the only thing that stood between a very precarious position and outright disaster. One word from the formerly sweet and friendly magician would be all it took to put his privacy, and possibly his safety, at risk. He tried to tell himself things were different now, that he had the skills and training to get out of there if worse came to worst, but experience had taught him some extremely harsh lessons in his short years. No outcome was guaranteed.]
[The pounding of his heart and his harsh, rapid breathing seemed to fill the heavy silence that followed the stranger's question. He finally tore his gaze away from the door to fix Trucy Wright with a stare which was undoubtedly dripping with desperation.]
[It felt like an hour before the magician finally answered the man. When she did, Kurt released a ragged breath and slumped on the floor for a moment, his head in his hands, back bowed, and unusual legs curled awkwardly into an cross-legged position. He wasn't out of the woods yet. Kurt knew he was facing some sort of backlash once the magician got rid of the immediate threat. But at least he could take advantage of the temporary reprieve to get his breathing under control.]
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[With a sharp intake of breath, he snapped his gaze to the door and froze there, unable to look away from the thin wood which was the only thing that stood between a very precarious position and outright disaster. One word from the formerly sweet and friendly magician would be all it took to put his privacy, and possibly his safety, at risk. He tried to tell himself things were different now, that he had the skills and training to get out of there if worse came to worst, but experience had taught him some extremely harsh lessons in his short years. No outcome was guaranteed.]
[The pounding of his heart and his harsh, rapid breathing seemed to fill the heavy silence that followed the stranger's question. He finally tore his gaze away from the door to fix Trucy Wright with a stare which was undoubtedly dripping with desperation.]
[It felt like an hour before the magician finally answered the man. When she did, Kurt released a ragged breath and slumped on the floor for a moment, his head in his hands, back bowed, and unusual legs curled awkwardly into an cross-legged position. He wasn't out of the woods yet. Kurt knew he was facing some sort of backlash once the magician got rid of the immediate threat. But at least he could take advantage of the temporary reprieve to get his breathing under control.]