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[b][color=#946aba]17/ Male/ Punk[/color][/b]
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Kurt grunted his appreciation towards Irene, and immediately opened the juice to guzzle it down. By the time they reached the bathroom, he was already working on the applesauce. Of course, Brody, ever the Casanova, stopped to talk to Irene some more. Kurt went ahead in and tossed the empty containers in the trash. He pulled a fistful of paper towels from the dispenser and started running some water. 

Kurt caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was almost startled. Wow, he [i]did[/i] look like death. He wetted a paper towel and began working the dried blood off of his face. When his pale skin was clean, he started scrubbing at his bloodied white shirt. It was probably permanently stained. 

He looked up as Brody finally made it inside. He mentioned the bell, to which Kurt just shrugged. Would anyone really be surprised if they were late?