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[b][color=#946aba]17/ Male/ Punk[/color][/b]
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Kurt groaned as he stood with the help of Brody. He picked his head up to see Irene standing in front them, asking if they needed help. Oh lord. Every year, in their shared class after Brody's art class, Kurt had to listen about how much Brody liked redheads, and freckles, and how[i] amazing [/i] her art was. He suspected the art wasn't what Brody was looking at 90% of the time. He knew he'd lost Brody for a second, but, luckily, his [i]other[/i] best friend rolled up.

Sol was a solid guy. When he said something about getting Kurt a drink, he nodded. Chocolate milk was about the only thing the cafeteria had on a regular basis that he could eat. He was a big fan.

Once he was up, and feeling a little more steady, he began to shuffle towards the bathroom up the hall. Brody rattled off another joke, and he rolled his eyes a bit. 

[i]"You're hilarious,"[/i] He signed, the sarcasm dripping from his hands.