[hopefully they're at least clean because imagining shadow ingesting demon gunk is... eugh. poor tiny doggo wouldn't know any better and quite obviously does not give a shit about what might be on dante's shoes. just keeps right on chewing until something else finally catches her attention for the moment.
he stalls with what he's doing, eyeing dante while he picks up the brownie and takes a bite without even second-guessing, causing his heart to flutter— which is silly but damn, it feels good knowing he's doing alright. noting the eyebrow raise toward what's in his hand, klaus averts his gaze, shifts the stone around to show the second small hole at the pointed end.] It's a pipe.
[then he reaches back into the drawer with his other hand for something else, a small glass jar comes out and klaus grins.] Seriously, Dante, you're a goddamn smooth-talker, [following a laugh while he packs the bowl, carefully sparks it, inhales, holds – one, two, three – and murmurs through a smoke-filled exhale,] Hell yeah it is.
cw: drugs??? (holy shit if anyone else is reading this)
he stalls with what he's doing, eyeing dante while he picks up the brownie and takes a bite without even second-guessing, causing his heart to flutter— which is silly but damn, it feels good knowing he's doing alright. noting the eyebrow raise toward what's in his hand, klaus averts his gaze, shifts the stone around to show the second small hole at the pointed end.] It's a pipe.
[then he reaches back into the drawer with his other hand for something else, a small glass jar comes out and klaus grins.] Seriously, Dante, you're a goddamn smooth-talker, [following a laugh while he packs the bowl, carefully sparks it, inhales, holds – one, two, three – and murmurs through a smoke-filled exhale,] Hell yeah it is.