Your muse wants some pizza and my muse is the sexy delivery guy/girl.
(….Kurt is a sexy delivery man…Alrighty..
Frankly Kurt felt silly. But it was suppose to be a joke and now with his watch set to some random delivery costume he was feeling almost sheepish about the idea. Short shorts and a button up to him were not attractive. Sure it showed off quite a few features of his he hid under slacks and jeans but still. The only time he wore such things was when he did yoga and that was because he usually did it naked or in really tight short shorts. Slicking his hair back and adjusting his hat he sauntered to Gabriel’s door and gave a knock before leaning against the frame. He was an actor by trade and nature. Lying about little things was something he did daily so taking it a step farther was never hard.
When the angel opened the door Kurt just smiled knowing the other would know it was him right away. “Someone order a pizza?” his eyebrow arched as a smirk grew over his face.
"I actually am, though I always like the wine more then the mead which is odd. But the taste is…wunderbar." Laughing warmly he just beamed when Gabriel liked his cooking. "Well if you flatter me much more I may have to cook for you regularly." Wiggling he was going to much away licking at his fingers as he finished off the piece he had.
"So, kisses actually work as tip?" Gabriel winked, finishing his second slice of pizza. He let out a happy laughter, taking a third slice. "I might want to flatter you, then, if you keep making awesome stuff like this. I’ll bake the sweets." He grinned. "You know, we could put up a restaurant!" He exclaimed joking a bit.
One eyebrow went up at the remark and he smirked. “Well in bad pornos more does, but that is was mein fruend says.” Chuckling he flushed lightly the dark violet burning from under blue fur as he shifted some. Licking lips he laughed at the idea. “Gott nein, I adore baking und cooking but the hours of a cook und the stress behind it is not was I want from mein life.” Rubbing at his nose he looked up at him eyebrow arching.
Gabriel let out a quite amused laughter. “Well, you may have a point. Counterpoint, no one usually complains.” He stood up, noticing Kurt’s cheeks flush red. He just kissed his forehead. “There you go. Here’s your tip, let me know about full payment.” He winked, then went to pick a cake from a cupboard. “I’ll supply the sweets here, since you supplied the main dish.”