Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
[member="Kaile Vera"]
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The noise erupted from beneath a pile of blankets, sheets, and a pillow or two.
His eyes hurt, his breaths stung, his skin felt like it was slipping off, his bones rattled, and as his toes moved he felt a distinct lack of sensation within them. Kurt felt suffering like no being in the galaxy had ever felt before. Every vein and artery in his body seemed to pulse with the thumps of his heart, his ears seemed to pick up any and all noise within a hundred miles. It seemed that his body was at the moment experiencing every sensation and moment as though it were connected to the very air. Misery poured through him like water over Kamino.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The noise repeated itself.
"What the actual ka-" His own words were cut off as slowly the blankets slipped away from his body. "Nooooooooooooo"
His voice seemed to creep in on itself as he lethargically grasped at the pillows that covered his head. He shook as the cold struck him, though the ship was usually quite warm. Kurt's skin filled with goosebumps, his naked body being almost instantly covered. A naked rear appeared as the blankets were fulled pulled away, followed by his back and leaving only his head covered by the thick down pillows that Kaile had insisted on buying.
He didn't notice that he wasn't in his own bed.
A shake ran through him, a terrible, awful shutter that seemed to contrive through his entire body. "What...what happened?"
Kurt's voice was a strain, his throat as dry as the deserts of Tatooine, his mouth as parched as Geonosis, and his lips as cracked as the canyons of Jakku. Everything about him felt dehydrated, his body moving as though it had been put through nine hells and back. Another groan escaped from under the pillow, the one thing that remained to cover Kurt's suffering.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The noise erupted from beneath a pile of blankets, sheets, and a pillow or two.
His eyes hurt, his breaths stung, his skin felt like it was slipping off, his bones rattled, and as his toes moved he felt a distinct lack of sensation within them. Kurt felt suffering like no being in the galaxy had ever felt before. Every vein and artery in his body seemed to pulse with the thumps of his heart, his ears seemed to pick up any and all noise within a hundred miles. It seemed that his body was at the moment experiencing every sensation and moment as though it were connected to the very air. Misery poured through him like water over Kamino.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The noise repeated itself.
"What the actual ka-" His own words were cut off as slowly the blankets slipped away from his body. "Nooooooooooooo"
His voice seemed to creep in on itself as he lethargically grasped at the pillows that covered his head. He shook as the cold struck him, though the ship was usually quite warm. Kurt's skin filled with goosebumps, his naked body being almost instantly covered. A naked rear appeared as the blankets were fulled pulled away, followed by his back and leaving only his head covered by the thick down pillows that Kaile had insisted on buying.
He didn't notice that he wasn't in his own bed.
A shake ran through him, a terrible, awful shutter that seemed to contrive through his entire body. "What...what happened?"
Kurt's voice was a strain, his throat as dry as the deserts of Tatooine, his mouth as parched as Geonosis, and his lips as cracked as the canyons of Jakku. Everything about him felt dehydrated, his body moving as though it had been put through nine hells and back. Another groan escaped from under the pillow, the one thing that remained to cover Kurt's suffering.