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Magic shows are meant to have surprises, right?
[Los Angeles was everything Kurt Wagner could have hoped for and then some. True, most of the touristy stuff he had seen and celebrity sightings so far were spotted in the course of work (which in this case involved checking out a potential new student for the institute) so he couldn't exactly spend a lot of time drinking them in. But that didn't make it any less awesome. And now that the work was done, it was going to get even cooler!]
[The others didn't know what they were missing. How could anyone choose to spend the night at some famous restaurant or a traveling production of a play that was better on Broadway (practically in their own backyard!) when they could be here with him instead, watching a teenage magician who was already being billed as one of the best in the business?]
[That was fine. Kurt was having plenty of fun on his own. The magician more than lived up to the hype. And after a show that incredible, you can bet Kurt was going to jump at the chance to volunteer for her final trick of the evening. He probably didn't have much of a chance, given how...height challenged he was compared to the rest of the people clambering for attention around him. But what he lacked in height he made up for with enthusiasm! (And the judicious use of his seat as a step stool.)] Hier! Hier!
[The others didn't know what they were missing. How could anyone choose to spend the night at some famous restaurant or a traveling production of a play that was better on Broadway (practically in their own backyard!) when they could be here with him instead, watching a teenage magician who was already being billed as one of the best in the business?]
[That was fine. Kurt was having plenty of fun on his own. The magician more than lived up to the hype. And after a show that incredible, you can bet Kurt was going to jump at the chance to volunteer for her final trick of the evening. He probably didn't have much of a chance, given how...height challenged he was compared to the rest of the people clambering for attention around him. But what he lacked in height he made up for with enthusiasm! (And the judicious use of his seat as a step stool.)] Hier! Hier!
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As she dug in to her soup with audible relish, he started adjusting the sticks in his dominant hand, looking for the most comfortable and functional position. It took some trial and error, but eventually he settled on resting one stick on his second finger and steadying the other stick with his first finger and thumb. With the outer stick firmly in place, he could squeeze the inner one with his first finger and press it down on the stable stick. He tried it in the air a few times, his movements picking up speed as he gained confidence.
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He turned his attention back to the chopsticks in his hand. After taking a moment to readjust them (he'd let his fingers go a bit slack while he was distracted), he scanned the table for a target. Settling on another napkin, he carefully positioned the tips of his chopsticks on either side of the paper and slowly squeezed them together. The tip of his tongue stuck out to the side as he focused intently on his fingers.
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"Here goes nothing..." The mushrooms bobbed away from his chopsticks on the first couple of tries, but eventually the sticks tentatively closed on one of them. Kurt held his breath as he started to lift it from the bowl. "Yes!" came the whisper of triumph...right before he squeezed just a bit too hard. The mushroom shot out from between his chopsticks and landed forcefully in the broth, which splashed back in his face.
He stared down at the bowl in shock for a moment then began to laugh.
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A tense silence followed. She looked at Kurt, lips pursed, gauging his reaction.
When his laughter broke the silence, her giggle fit broke free.
"Keep trying!" she laughed. Another sniffle, and wiped at her nose with a napkin. "If you don't challenge yourself, you won't improve." As if to demonstrate, she glared at her own bowl determinedly before once again attacking it.
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"Words to live by. I won't give up, I promise!" He leaned his head over the bowl this time, close enough that any food he lost wouldn't have far to fall, and he tried again. After a few attempts he was able to get a clump of noodles on the chopsticks and into his mouth. Okay, so he wasn't holding them so much as he was shoveling them into his mouth, but you have to start somewhere. Right? And the reward was well worth the effort! Flavors exploded on his tongue, burned in to his taste buds by the intense heat of the fresh soup. The miso was packed with salty goodness. He hummed loudly in appreciation.
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"Good, right??"
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"If you ever do a show in New York, you'll have to take a detour through Bayville! I'll make sure you sample all the best burgers and garbage plates." He paused in his egg-nabbing attempts to give her a toothy smile. "And you can meet all my friends from The Institute!"
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"I did, yeah." Slowly his smile faded as he stared into his bowl for a while, maneuvering his chopsticks in tandem with hers to finally snag the slice of egg. He leaned in close to the bowl so it wouldn't have far to travel. Even then, it almost slipped from his grip, but he caught it between his fangs at the last second. Chewing thoughtfully, he considered what to say.
"The Prof wasn't exactly happy with me for spilling the beans." He gave her a wan smile. "But it could have gone worse. I think he got that I didn't have a lot of options in the moment."
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Her cheeks reddened slightly, but she smiled all the same. "Well... We Wrights are nothing if not lucky!" Which direction that luck went in was up to chance, but it did tend to veer positive more often than not. "Sometimes it rubs off on other people."
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She plucked another mushroom from his bowl. "It stinks that you're grounded at all, though. It's not your fault your inducer went all wonky."
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these are the kind of anecdotes you were hoping for, right, Kurt?
These are the anecdotes he didn't know he needed.
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My icons T_T
same T-T
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