Kurt simply looked down to see just what everyone else in the room was staring it. In a way it was odd to go about casually but he couldn't afford to lose his composure. The important thing now was to get something on his waist. Preferably if it could reach down and cover the problem area, or the problem generating area.Â
He pulled his shirt over his head and tied it to his waist if not tucked it in his pants, a good part of the shirt covering the problem generating part. Of course cheap pants don't last long. It just so happened the pair of pants decided to tear at the seams, falling apart around his legs.Â
It was then that he realized.
Kurt fucked up.Â
And Kurt walked out of the room, gathering straps and scraps for a makeshift loincloth, praying to Nymeia almighty that he tied it well enough.
Nymeia probably had other plans.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tied it to his waist if not tucked it in his pants, a good part of the shirt covering the problem generating part. Of course cheap pants don't last long. It just so happened the pair of pants decided to tear at the seams, falling apart around his legs.Â
It was then that he realized.
Kurt fucked up.Â
And Kurt walked out of the room, gathering straps and scraps for a makeshift loincloth, praying to Nymeia almighty that he tied it well enough.
Nymeia probably had other plans.
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