<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y38/Kamasuri/e708ae81-359a-4a70-9425-fc1a23672cc9_zpseb10e79d.jpg)</div>Kurt's eyebrows shot up at the sensation of unexpected fingers tickling his leg from two different flanks, honestly surprised, and nodded slowly in an attempt to pay attention to the conversation that was taking place. "Kurt is me, but we can handle introductions later, seeing as there's so many of us here. And you weren't just waiting on me," he grinned, as tried his very best to act casual in the midst of being in the middle of the minor gropefest.<br/><br/>"It looks like most of you are here, including some faces I didn't expect," his honey hazel eyes lingered on Chan and Kamala, though it was difficult to judge how he felt about their presence by his neutral expression, "but there are still a couple more of us on the way."<br/><br/>When Jack, however, mentioned ordering food, Kurt's face contorted into an anxious grimace, and made gesture of waving his hand by his throat. "I, uh, wouldn't suggest eating here. I wouldn't drink the house liquor , either. Just sayin'."