[oh, is huaisang actually reciprocating his advances? there's a pause, which is klaus chewing his lip with contemplation before he practically purrs,] Whatever kinda services you want, babydoll.

[biting back the abrupt giggle that wants to come out is difficult, but he manages, even lifts his hand to make absolute certain there's no noise. then he clears his throat, unable to help the quietest snort.]

Yeah, but not upstairs with my roomies. I have some decency, after all!

[the sound of rustling plastic catches his attention, although it's the following comment that makes him worry, has him making a soft hum of disappointment after huaisang's pitiful excuse for a laugh.] I mean... you're right about having the one. [yeah, klaus imagines that could very well be a problem in the long run.] Which is totally understandable, too.

You and me both! But it might be a little better once you get here since I stole this big ole industrial-sized fan from the gas station.