Investigating rubbles with curiosity, from darkly abandoned buildings with plants dominating the place to a large, desolate church that seemed to want to break apart every second it remained standing. It was quite harmonious, and Kurt, being the religious mutant he is, couldn't help but glance at it. Peek, inspect, and—

Kurt's amber eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the radiant figure before him; alone, ethereal, and beautiful. Your white wings, your shining hair... everything about you seemed otherworldly. "Wow," he murmured.

Subconsciously, he pinched his cheek to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Why was someone like you doing in this lonely, grim church? Were you really an angel, or perhaps a winged mutant like Warren? So many questions bubbled through his head, and if anything, the beauty you exuded remained intact.

A soft noise escaped him as he took a step forward, breaking the silence. You turned to look at him, your gaze so intense, your face so dazzling, so mesmerizing… it left him frozen in place. What was he supposed to do?

And for a brief moment, Kurt's confidence wavered. Your angelic presence only made his appearance feel and look even more unusual. His tail twitched, and he hesitated, wondering if you saw him as some kind of demon. He adjusted his posture slightly, clumsily trying to tuck his tail behind him.

It didn't work.

"Oh—Sorry, I was just… investigating, didn't mean to interrupt anything!" His head tilted to the side, feeling the weight of your eyes on his. His tail swished anxiously back and forth, hoping you weren't a beautiful threat.