"a nightmare??? more like the vision of your dreams.” his falsely affronted tone was accompanied by his hands finding purchase on his hips. klaus was quickly distracted by the clear compliment, and he glanced down at his torso, the purple long-sleeve creeping up his abdomen and shamelessly exposing skin. but the silk robe that hung around his shoulders is what he thought really tied the look together. “yeah, do you like it? i call it, pièce du allison.” his right hand rose so his fingers pinched together, before bringing them up to his lips in a chefs kiss. klaus let his arms fall back down, and for once he was silent as his sister pulled him in for a hug. for only a brief moment, his eyes closed, and a hint of a sigh fell through his lips as pulled into a thin line. the worry was clear. he could practically feel it radiating off of her. his arms wrapped around her before she pulled away, his expression schooled into his usual. unaffected. “i did call you, i’ll have you know. rightttt after i befriended the cutest talking dog and....oh. maybe i didn’t, after all. sorry about that, sis.” he turned his attention to the party around them. rich people. always weird as fuck. he should know, really, but this really should be a better party than it was turning out to be. klaus was sure this whole thing was starting to be a bust. “and who? benny boy? yeah, turns out he did decide to climb out of the rock he lives under. saw him come in with some crazy looking blonde girl earlier. no, you’re not hallucinating, i think he might actually get laid if he plays his cards right.” he knew full well that wasn’t what she was asking. “what’s so wrong with hippies? they grow the best...” he trailed off, placing a single hand on her shoulder and bowing his head slightly to raise his eyebrows. “...corn on the cob you’ll ever have. dear god, the.... commune i was living in had the bests feasts, you would die.” sometimes even literally, but he kept that part hush hush. “anyway, are you bored? you look bored. let’s do something.”
