[to be genuinely honest, klaus'd planned to just use the cup for warmth himself but seeing v's reaction makes him curious. is it as strong as it'd smelled? because if that's the case, ‘overwhelming’ is probably the perfect descriptor. some things can be good that way, other times, it's hit or miss, even though his own tastebuds have had plenty of time to adjust throughout his twenty-nine years of living.
he accepts the cup with raised brows, studies the liquid for a moment then takes a drink, too. an overpowering taste of fruit floods his mouth, has his expression lifting further when he realizes that yes, it is a bit strong, although he gulps it down without hesitation anyhow. weird, he sort of likes it? or maybe it isn't as odd as he thinks, considering who klaus is.]
You're welcome... and also right? But I kinda like it, unsurprisingly.
[whenever v segues into talk about his homeworld situation, klaus's mouth stays shut, his head nodding understandingly. the whole point of this meeting had been getting everything out on the table, it's true, and if v's willing to go first then who's he to stop him? gives him some time to consider how much he'll give away in return—
which, from the sounds of it, is going to be a lot more than he'd anticipated? holy shit. an immediate thought dancing across his mind: reaching out to hold v's hand for extra support, though he resists, clutches his own cup and bites his cheek, just prepares himself to listen instead. simplest, v says and for some reason, it doesn't feel all that simple. if whoever this half-demon is left v little to nothing to make it with, how the hell did he survive?
although he hasn't realized it yet, when v looks directly at him, his mouth briefly falls open in surprise. this is already so much and v hasn't even finished; it makes klaus's own truth feel a bit insipid
that's why he's got the mouthy bird following him around? and what two other familiars is he talking about? are they here, too? god, so many questions, so little time and a whole shitton of other information to absorb. (also, like, what's it mean if v's familiars didn't exist? oof, he hates it.)
but hearing him say they've been here three months eases his mind somewhat. doesn't keep him from finally opening his mouth and asking,] If you're technically incomplete, then how can he and you exist at the same time? [since there ought to be some sort of reasonable explanation, except something niggling at the back of his thoughts tells him otherwise. many things don't make sense, he's come to accept it.
v looks back at his tea and klaus doesn't hesitate this time, just reaches out across the table between them, gently sets his fingertips on the hand v's stirring with.] This hasn't changed my opinion of you, for whatever it's worth.
[then, if his words weren't enough emphasis, he slides his fingers up, circles them around v's wrist and squeezes reassuringly.]
Maybe it's not my place to ask and it's definitely none of my business, but who's his family? [pause] Or is ‘your family’ more appropriate in this case?
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he accepts the cup with raised brows, studies the liquid for a moment then takes a drink, too. an overpowering taste of fruit floods his mouth, has his expression lifting further when he realizes that yes, it is a bit strong, although he gulps it down without hesitation anyhow. weird, he sort of likes it? or maybe it isn't as odd as he thinks, considering who klaus is.]
You're welcome... and also right? But I kinda like it, unsurprisingly.
[whenever v segues into talk about his homeworld situation, klaus's mouth stays shut, his head nodding understandingly. the whole point of this meeting had been getting everything out on the table, it's true, and if v's willing to go first then who's he to stop him? gives him some time to consider how much he'll give away in return—
which, from the sounds of it, is going to be a lot more than he'd anticipated? holy shit. an immediate thought dancing across his mind: reaching out to hold v's hand for extra support, though he resists, clutches his own cup and bites his cheek, just prepares himself to listen instead. simplest, v says and for some reason, it doesn't feel all that simple. if whoever this half-demon is left v little to nothing to make it with, how the hell did he survive?
although he hasn't realized it yet, when v looks directly at him, his mouth briefly falls open in surprise. this is already so much and v hasn't even finished; it makes klaus's own truth feel a bit insipid
that's why he's got the mouthy bird following him around? and what two other familiars is he talking about? are they here, too? god, so many questions, so little time and a whole shitton of other information to absorb. (also, like, what's it mean if v's familiars didn't exist? oof, he hates it.)
but hearing him say they've been here three months eases his mind somewhat. doesn't keep him from finally opening his mouth and asking,] If you're technically incomplete, then how can he and you exist at the same time? [since there ought to be some sort of reasonable explanation, except something niggling at the back of his thoughts tells him otherwise. many things don't make sense, he's come to accept it.
v looks back at his tea and klaus doesn't hesitate this time, just reaches out across the table between them, gently sets his fingertips on the hand v's stirring with.] This hasn't changed my opinion of you, for whatever it's worth.
[then, if his words weren't enough emphasis, he slides his fingers up, circles them around v's wrist and squeezes reassuringly.]
Maybe it's not my place to ask and it's definitely none of my business, but who's his family? [pause] Or is ‘your family’ more appropriate in this case?