[seems about right though, honestly. everybody is somehow hypocritical in some way like that, whether it's being upset with people going out and being reckless or calling someone on their shit and getting mad when it happens to you in return.
point is exactly that; it's difficult, giving up something one's so used to.]
Except, y'know, looking inappropriate as hell at all times. [it isn't really a complaint. also, let's be real, he's still got that stupid cock-lantern floating around his bedroom somewhere, a pipe with a similar shape wouldn't surprise anyone after knowing him long enough.] Thank you, [klaus chirps, effervescent as ever while he watches dante get even more comfortable.
who would've thought things could be so simple again? inviting people to eat edibles in his bedroom and talk about demon motorcycles, all while getting his flirt on. damn, not to mention the fact dante's having a second brownie already! he must've ultimately done alright on those— and isn't doing half bad with his vamping, either.]
Listen, hot stuff, I'll call you whatever you'd like me to. Especially the more often you visit me. [a faint pause so he can grin.] Don't really care how self-centered it sounds, either. [then he goes quiet again, listening intently to dante explain how the bike came to be. oh, hey, he knows trish! hasn't met her, technically, but he'd heard her voice and seen her on the network. rather than interrupt, klaus nods understandingly, wrinkles his features with curiosity after the whole demon battery thing comes up. he hasn't heard about that yet, but he eventually will.
for real, dante, you're gonna be blitzed off your ass. however, all he does is chuckle to himself.]
Did she hit you with this motorcycle or...? If so, damn, you are far more resilient than I ever would've thought. Er, unlike your shop. [another laugh, although this sounds wrier.] Oh, and I know Trish, by the way. Met her over the network the same day I met you, actually. She's absolutely smoking-hot.
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point is exactly that; it's difficult, giving up something one's so used to.]
Except, y'know, looking inappropriate as hell at all times. [it isn't really a complaint. also, let's be real, he's still got that stupid cock-lantern floating around his bedroom somewhere, a pipe with a similar shape wouldn't surprise anyone after knowing him long enough.] Thank you, [klaus chirps, effervescent as ever while he watches dante get even more comfortable.
who would've thought things could be so simple again? inviting people to eat edibles in his bedroom and talk about demon motorcycles, all while getting his flirt on. damn, not to mention the fact dante's having a second brownie already! he must've ultimately done alright on those— and isn't doing half bad with his vamping, either.]
Listen, hot stuff, I'll call you whatever you'd like me to. Especially the more often you visit me. [a faint pause so he can grin.] Don't really care how self-centered it sounds, either. [then he goes quiet again, listening intently to dante explain how the bike came to be. oh, hey, he knows trish! hasn't met her, technically, but he'd heard her voice and seen her on the network. rather than interrupt, klaus nods understandingly, wrinkles his features with curiosity after the whole demon battery thing comes up. he hasn't heard about that yet, but he eventually will.
for real, dante, you're gonna be blitzed off your ass. however, all he does is chuckle to himself.]
Did she hit you with this motorcycle or...? If so, damn, you are far more resilient than I ever would've thought. Er, unlike your shop. [another laugh, although this sounds wrier.] Oh, and I know Trish, by the way. Met her over the network the same day I met you, actually. She's absolutely smoking-hot.