[before he's even given the chance to ask v to read something, his fellow otherworlder is already opening the book, choosing some poem about ghosts and houses and dreams.
klaus listens intently, absorbing each and every word while he absentmindedly sips at his tea. the prose is interesting; not quite what he'd have in mind when picking poems, considering his whole mediumship thing, but it's still good—
and listening to v speak is completely, one-hundred-percent worth it. his voice is lyrical, smooth as silk, like chocolate melting on the tongue— oh. well, that was unexpected, makes him duck his face a little further into the teacup. he's never been afraid of making his intentions known, regardless of being in public even, although he is somewhat worried about coming on too strong and putting v off.
once klaus's sure nothing inappropriate will come out,] Interesting choice, [he comments around the rim of the cup, lowering it again a moment later.]
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klaus listens intently, absorbing each and every word while he absentmindedly sips at his tea. the prose is interesting; not quite what he'd have in mind when picking poems, considering his whole mediumship thing, but it's still good—
and listening to v speak is completely, one-hundred-percent worth it. his voice is lyrical, smooth as silk, like chocolate melting on the tongue— oh. well, that was unexpected, makes him duck his face a little further into the teacup. he's never been afraid of making his intentions known, regardless of being in public even, although he is somewhat worried about coming on too strong and putting v off.
once klaus's sure nothing inappropriate will come out,] Interesting choice, [he comments around the rim of the cup, lowering it again a moment later.]
What else is in there?