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[summonere]

It's the shortest poem in the book, I wasn't going to bore you with a full recitation of the Wood Witch.

[ His smile quirks sharp, not at all feeling down about his poetry habits and more bemused by the idea. Keeping the man hostage in this tea house just to give him a good sense of the book he's reading. Ridiculous. V pushes the book of pocket poems across the table. ]

You can take it, if you want.

[ Being offered whatever book V has on hand is something you'll just have to get used to. He likes books, but there are always others. He refuses to be obsessed with the same book of poetry for twenty years like Vergil. Not here, when he had the opportunity to read anything this world could offer. ]

[channellings]

Wow, rude, how do you know I would've thought it'd be boring?

[he's joking, obviously, grinning in kind while he finally sets the cup down, right as v's sliding the book his way. klaus considers it, tilts his head somewhat then reaches out and rests his first two fingertips against the cover, pulling it closer so he can pick it up.]

You sure? Wouldn't wanna deprive you of good reading material. [not to mention he has no idea when he'll actually read it? sooner rather than later, he'd assume.

to be honest, klaus needs more distractions during his downtime anyhow. something for him to do besides drinking and being obnoxious toward his friends would be good; long ago, he'd have his nose in books all the time, usually back-to-back with a certain horror-filled brother but... well, times have changed.]

[summonere]

[ V's own hands lift off the book's cover with a gesture to say 'it's all yours'. ]

Let me know if you like it.

[ Your new beau just built in an excuse for you to see him again. What a clever guy that V is. ]

[channellings]

[he accepts it with ease after that reassurance, briefly dips his fingers between the pages and flips through a few, studying some words.]

Thanks, V. [then klaus twists around, tucks the miniature novel into his coat-pocket, turning back to him afterward] I can appreciate new reading material.

[and whatever excuses possible to see v again.]