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☾lazy afternoon together

KURT: If Kurt was lounging around, it typically meant he was either working on music or messing with some sort of artistic creation. You suggested you paint a wall in your back room white so Kurt could happily do with it as he pleased. You curled up for a nap on the couch as Kurt disappeared for the majority of the day to paint and splatter the wall with whatever came to his brilliant mind. Eventually, he woke you up, and you couldn't help but giggle when you saw him covered head to toe in paint. "Don't laugh, you think anyone laughed at Picasso when he finished his masterpieces?" Kurt quipped. You laughed, knowing Kurt and Picasso had no relation whatsoever when it came to art. He led you into the room and you were pleasantly surprised by his creation. The wall was filled from ceiling to floor with unique designs and odd but somehow lovely interpretations of human bodies and stormy meadow fields set ablaze with smoke and flame. It looked like something out of a dream. "You know how to make an ordinary day special," you told Kurt softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and admiring his art.

DAVE: Dave really had a thing for cartoons and breakfast cereal, and considered it blasphemy to consider the morning time the only period of the day when one could enjoy these two things together. On a rainy afternoon when going outside was pretty much impossible, Dave poured you both two bowls of your favorite cereal and turned on the television to channel surf until he found the cartoons he was looking forward. You suggested maybe slicing up some fruit to put into your cereal bowls, and Dave scowled, offended that you were trying to make a delicious, sugary meal healthy. He pelted you with a piece of cereal, and before you knew it, you both were throwing cereal bits left and right, littering the floor and screaming your heads off when the milk sloshed over the bowls and got you both covered. No matter how much of a mess you guys made, it was still a perfect time to you.

KRIST: You and Krist decided it was too boring to be lazy, so you both went out to a local music store to kill some time. Krist held your hand as you browsed aisle upon aisle of vinyl records, and you'd listen intently when Krist would discover a miraculous find and would begin to rattle off facts about the band. He led you into a different part of the store that housed used instruments, showing you which guitars were worth picking up. You couldn't help but smile when you looked at him, admiring the special gleam in his eye that appeared when he began to talk music. After asking the shop owner, Krist took an acoustic guitar off the wall and started to strum. "That's not a bass, sir," you teased. "I'm no one trick pony," Krist shot back with a grin. You leaned against a rack of music sheets with your arms folded, watching with soft eyes as he played a gentle, down tempo song. You could have sworn you heard him singing quietly underneath his breath. "Maybe you should take up singing," you suggested with a coy smile. "Me? A frontman? Never," Krist smiled back, looking at you with so much adoration that your heart nearly melted.