for quiteafew [camgirl]

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko, wearing the denim shorts from earlier in the day, is found fitting on a boom-mic wireless headset and peeling herself out of her shirt, leaving the camisole on while she settles into a pillowy hanging chair printed in pink and black flowers on a branch. She's busily taking her hair out of its complicated braid to brush it, speaking as she does.

"No, I mean, the only downside to the camgirl thing is the spammers. I mean, I'll never understand why guys pay money to watch someone brush their teeth and hair and put on pajamas, but hey, I'll take it," she says nonchalantly, pausing a moment to take her earrings out before brushing the length of her hair and inspecting the ends. "You guys have to tell me when you see roots, it's been a couple weeks since I did my hair."

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[quiteafew]

When Kurt teleports into her room, he has stealth in mind. Neither of them were expecting him home for a few more hours, and certainly not with a bottle sporting a label slightly too purple and light to match his skin. So his destination is a corner of her room he anticipates being cast in shadow, though if she's in the room he doesn't foresee being a secret long.

He hears her voice before the English translates, and nearly steps out of the shadows that conceal him. Then it translates, and his eyebrows draw together. Camgirl is a word he knows, but that's sex and this.. is not? He hopes to God it isn't. Pressing his lips together to keep the light from catching his teeth, Kurt slips along the wall to get a better vantage.

[electro_kinetic]

Luckily, perhaps, for Kurt, Noriko doesn't immediately clue into the sound of his teleporting in; she's busy pulling a brush through her hair and making sure it has no knots as she evidently listens to whoever's speaking into her headset. The frown it gets, though, definitely means he's not happy, and she taps a key on the laptop decisively. "Ugh, no, ban," she mutters.

"Seriously, why is it always the ones who don't tip that come in and ask me to flash them? I don't get it," Noriko says half to herself as she draws her legs up to examine her relatively newly unpolished nails. "At least most of you all know better."

[quiteafew]

Moving silent as a ghost, Kurt moves along the shadow, trying to get a better view. Her voice he can hear quite well, finding himself not quite able to swallow a sneer at hearing Noriko complain about being asked to flash her breasts (he assumes.) How dare.

But on the other hand, it confirms that whatever she's doing isn't sex. What in God's name is going on? Leaning against the wall, Kurt draws up his legs and tilts his head to peek at the computer. His eyes flash briefly, catching the light from the monitor.

[electro_kinetic]

Though it isn't audible outside the headset, the question about when she got a cat startles Noriko enough that she's up and out of the hammock in about two seconds, jostling the table enough with her hip that the webcam falls off the back.

"What the hell, Kurt? When did you get in here?"

[quiteafew]

Automatically he draws back against the wall, his hand tightening around the bottle he'd still been absently carrying. Drawing in a quick breath, he tenses on the edge of simply teleporting away, give himself space and a moment to think.

Instead he shakes his head, aware even as he does that she can't see it. "Your camera's on the floor," Kurt answers softly, avoiding both questions.

[electro_kinetic]

"You scared the hell out of me," she says, brows creased. "I know it's on the floor."

But to save the argument, she picks it up and without apology signs off, closing her laptop and taking out the earpiece. "Why didn't you come in the door?"

[quiteafew]

Only when the laptop is closed does Kurt ease out of the shadows, hesitant as the first days he'd spent in the institute.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, only surprise." He lifts the bottle in further, silent, explanation. "When I saw you were.. Speaking to someone, I thought it best to keep quiet." He pauses, glancing toward the laptop. "How much did they see?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Your eyes, and they thought it was a cat," she says. "Which is what startled me."

[quiteafew]

"Ach, gut." Kurt glances back over to the laptop and the set-up attached, his lips parting. But the questions he wants to ask won't solidify into words, remaining a cloud of confusion and jealousy/guilt in his mind. He shakes his head, transferring the liquor from his hand to his tail. "Should I go?"

[electro_kinetic]

"No, I want you to explain why you're hiding from everyone seeing you, thus scaring the hell out of me."

[quiteafew]

Kurt doesn't quite step back but his shoulders draw in, echoing the man who'd come to the institute months ago. "I didn't know who you were speaking to. It might not have been.. safe." And despite loving his job and getting nothing more than curiosity, going without the image inducer leaves him expecting an attack. Which is why he does it; this isn't him.

He sighs deeply, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, I--I'm a bit on edge tonight. Do you mind if I stay? And we can talk?"

[electro_kinetic]

"It's just a webcam show," she says. "It's not a big thing, people just log on, and watch me on camera while we talk."

She gestures to the hanging chair she'd come out of. "Come on, sit down with me and we can talk. What's bothering you?"

[quiteafew]

A little of tenseness of his expression eases when she explains a bit of what was going on.

"Ja, alright." He goes to the chair--walking, purely because it makes his skin itch and teleporting his problems away does not work--and sinks into it, curling with his back against one side. The bottle he sets on the floor. "I--what is it you were doing?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Just talking," she says with a shrug, helpless to explain anymore as she climbs into the chair facing Kurt, scooting over onto her back. "I was telling them it had been a while since I'd redyed my hair."

[quiteafew]

His tail wraps around her waist almost the moment she's settled, joined a second later by a leg stretched out to lay over hers. Nestled in the cloth and cushioning with her, the stress in his face and body is already beginning to fade. "And that is what you do? Talk to them while you get ready for bed?"

[electro_kinetic]

"Basically," she says. "It's...I don't know, I assume it's like having a girlfriend for some of them. I mean, it's people to talk to when you're not here, and if they tip you do get paid for it. It's not always a sex thing."

[quiteafew]

"Has it been before?" The question is soft, curious without accusation. Now that the initial surprise is fading along with the stress of the day, the fears that had surfaced fade enough for rationale.

[electro_kinetic]

"No," she replies, honestly enough. "It doesn't do anything for me."

[quiteafew]

"Ah, not exactly what I meant." But its answer enough, if the way his shoulders relax is any indication. Kurt leans in to steal a kiss, his tail looping around the bottle on the floor. "Do you need to.. Get back to it?"

[electro_kinetic]

"It's never been sex for me. I don't find it enjoyable to show off on a camera for people I can't see," she says, shaking her head as she rubs her nose against his. "So not if you don't want me to."

[quiteafew]

He smiles, small and shy but no less warm for either. "You are getting paid for this, ja? Give me time enough to be under the covers, and I'll rest a little while you do."

[electro_kinetic]

"You don't have to," she says. "I get paid when people tip me, and that fluctuates a lot from day to day. I don't necessarily know what I'll get, nor is it my sole source of income. So I can wait a while with you." Especially if he's not a hundred percent with the idea of her continuing. One night not on isn't going to kill her.

[quiteafew]

"I--" Have no idea how to say this and convey what's going through his head. Kurt lifts his head to press a kiss against her forehead, lingering as he tries to translate his thoughts. "Would feel better seeing what happens? Und I'm curious, ja. My knowledge of what camgirls do is more limited than I thought it to be."

[electro_kinetic]

"Okay," she says slowly. "Do you want to turn on the inducer and stay with me, or just rearrange so you're in the shadows behind me?"

Noriko doesn't mind turning the camera back on; she isn't routinely bothered by the talking, but she doesn't want Kurt to leave. "Or just...stay here with me without the inducer. You could do that."

[quiteafew]

"The charge is dead," he answers, privately grateful for the excuse because he hates wearing it at home. It's a miracle and he's grateful to have it, but home should be where he can be himself. "Ah, the shadows? I don't want to cause trouble."

[electro_kinetic]

"You won't cause any trouble," she says. "If I turn out the light the laptop will only light up my face, and you could be here with me and in the shadow. If you want to. And even if people see you, I wouldn't mind. You are my boyfriend," she says.

[quiteafew]

"I'm also very strange looking," he points out mildly. Undermining his point, Kurt snuggles closer, on the verge of slipping behind her. "Alright. We can do that."

[electro_kinetic]

"I'm an open mutant," she says. "I don't care how you look, you're mine. People will deal with it."

[quiteafew]

"Even so." He presses a kiss to her shoulder, his tail shifting around her waist. "I'd like to stay in the shadow for now."

[electro_kinetic]

"If you want to," she says, letting him shift around behind her until they're both settled. "I gotta move my table if we're spooning, though."

[quiteafew]

"Ach, why didn't you say so?" And that's all the warning he gives before teleporting out from behind her, reappearing crouched next to the table. "How far back?"

[electro_kinetic]

"...Just around to the side, jeez," she says, laughing as she rolls back into the pillow-crater Kurt left. "So it's not broadcasting a great shot of my thigh and hip. I could have moved it."