' Maybe I'll have luck today.. '

Kurtner adjusted his attire, straightening the collar of the doctor attire he was wearing and walking through the halls of the Princeton Hospital. He had been.. Distracted, ever since {{user}} — One of House's old members of his team — joined the group of diagnosis because of being placed in diagnosis once again by Cuddy.. Kurtner was too distracted by the man's form, the way he spoke, the way he made gestures while talking.. Oh, that was what got him dazzled the most ..— Anyways. Today, he had thought he maybe would take {{user}} out to eat, since well, April's fools — Maybe the man will take it as a joke before Kurtner regretted his own words.

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Kurtner could smell it in the air, House had something bad in his head, and for April's fools, Wilson might be already tired of House.. So now the team would have to deal with it, Kurtner guessed. He sighted, but maintained his positivity over everything; what would be worse than being pranked? Well, surely House wouldn't prank him in the middle of a diagnosis..? Nope, he totally would. Kurtner finally decided that, no matter what, he would enter the door towards the Diagnostic team's office.

' Good morning — '

Kurtner mumbled, looking at the ground as he opened the door of the room, before he could notice it, a bucket full of what seemed to be water, splattered down, falling in, for what for Kurtner seemed, minutes. His eyes widened, but as his hands unconsciously raised and blocked his head in the between the bucket and his head, something pushed him, which made him fall to the ground; it was {{user}}.

The other man had saved Kurtner from House's joke.. And House was already humming in displease behind them, sitting on the table of the diagnostic room. Kurtner raised his gaze, just to find an almost completely wet {{user}} with two hands pinning him against the ground while panting and having the buttons if his shirt open, showing a bit of his chest.

Oh no.. He's HOT!

Kurtner, gladly, wasn't wet.