[ Oh, there's something there, the way he's said Dearest, and Quentin can hazard a vague guess. They both know each other but don't at the same time, Quentin keeping a lot of his things quiet, Klaus doing the same. Not out of fear but just because they'd been so focused on everything else.
Daddy dearest, with that much spite and malice, like Penny borrowed a sarcastic quip from Eliot. ]
If you're like a conduit for me, that means you have something inherent in you. Obviously, you can see the dead, but what if it's more than that? What if you can do more? We're resonating with the same energy if I'm piggybacking off of you...
[ Oh, hey, those drugs are starting to wear off. ]
[his waspish tone is unmistakable, frankly, and he doesn't even try to cover that up. hell, if it were anymore acidic, klaus's tongue might burn out of his mouth, but he bites down, to the point he's thinking he might taste blood—
then quentin continues going on about how it's possible he possesses (haha, séance pun) other powers, momentarily furthering his confusion.] What, like, some unknown power I have to discover? I don't know, Quentin... [shit, he's beginning to comprehend things at a higher capacity as well. at least he can still make awful jokes to downplay his abilities though, and that's a bizarre relief.]
Are you saying I have Big Magician Energy? [followed by a hyena-like cackle.] Okay, fine, let's say I've got it: what do you think I'd be able to do? Anything helpful at all?
[ Quentin can't help but laugh at that, dimples and all, looking up at Klaus.
Big Magician Energy. Sure, yeah--that's just a lot of trauma wrapped up in bad coping mechanisms. If that's the definition, then Klaus has it in spades. ]
I don't know. It'd be trial and error--there's the fundamentals we can start with. Hand positions and the like. I'm still going to school for this, but-- [ He shrugs. ]
[klaus's eyebrows raise when quentin looks up at him, the slightest smirk curving his lips once more. oh, good, his ridiculousness just continues to make his friend laugh and he can definitely handle that.
although, that's a decent way to describe it if they were using less serious terms-- which is exactly how klaus handles situations like these, so yes, he does have a whole helluva lot of it. possibly more than he lets on most times, even.]
The blind leading the blind, [he chuckles between them, drawing away after a moment, but not without drifting his lips across quentin's head in what he's hoping is an absentminded (hopefully a hardly noticeable one) kiss while he straightens.] Then I know exactly what we can practice during our last week.
[ 'Our last week' sounds infinitely better than 'you're stuck here so lets make the best of it.' The fact that there's even a 'lets' in that sentence alone is enough to boost him a little. ]
Thanks.
[ He means it, too, even though it's one syllable it's filled with as much emotion as he can muster. ]
You know, it's not my first time in a place like this, but.. It is my first time with a bunkmate who gave a shit.
[one of the exact reasons he'd worded it that way. see, most times, he hasn't got two brain-cells to rub together, but other times – soberer ones – he's a lot smarter than most people give him credit for.]
You're welcome.
[it makes klaus's heart flutter yet again. being under the influence made it harder to conceal (don't feel), although he manages to cover with a small smile, gestures offhandedly toward nothing in particular.]
Sounds like a douchebag, [he admits, shoulders rolling nonchalantly as possible, his mouth downturned into a pout.] But you won't have to think about them anymore and soon enough, neither of us will be worrying about this place at all.
[ Mostly. There had been a few others and--well, Klaus is his bunkmate, and he isn't a douche. Just broken. It's meant more for him. Quentin smiles, half but soft, and sits up after a second. ]
Oh. [too, quentin says. like, "as well as" someone else he knows. klaus wonders if he's included in that since— gosh, he's pretty damn broken, isn't he?
he almost inclines his head as an excuse to look away, but then quentin's smiling again and there's no way he can't let his own lips curve higher while straightening his posture.]
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Daddy dearest, with that much spite and malice, like Penny borrowed a sarcastic quip from Eliot. ]
If you're like a conduit for me, that means you have something inherent in you. Obviously, you can see the dead, but what if it's more than that? What if you can do more? We're resonating with the same energy if I'm piggybacking off of you...
[ Oh, hey, those drugs are starting to wear off. ]
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then quentin continues going on about how it's possible he possesses (haha, séance pun) other powers, momentarily furthering his confusion.] What, like, some unknown power I have to discover? I don't know, Quentin... [shit, he's beginning to comprehend things at a higher capacity as well. at least he can still make awful jokes to downplay his abilities though, and that's a bizarre relief.]
Are you saying I have Big Magician Energy? [followed by a hyena-like cackle.] Okay, fine, let's say I've got it: what do you think I'd be able to do? Anything helpful at all?
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Big Magician Energy. Sure, yeah--that's just a lot of trauma wrapped up in bad coping mechanisms. If that's the definition, then Klaus has it in spades. ]
I don't know. It'd be trial and error--there's the fundamentals we can start with. Hand positions and the like. I'm still going to school for this, but-- [ He shrugs. ]
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although, that's a decent way to describe it if they were using less serious terms-- which is exactly how klaus handles situations like these, so yes, he does have a whole helluva lot of it. possibly more than he lets on most times, even.]
The blind leading the blind, [he chuckles between them, drawing away after a moment, but not without drifting his lips across quentin's head in what he's hoping is an absentminded (hopefully a hardly noticeable one) kiss while he straightens.] Then I know exactly what we can practice during our last week.
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Thanks.
[ He means it, too, even though it's one syllable it's filled with as much emotion as he can muster. ]
You know, it's not my first time in a place like this, but.. It is my first time with a bunkmate who gave a shit.
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You're welcome.
[it makes klaus's heart flutter yet again. being under the influence made it harder to conceal (don't feel), although he manages to cover with a small smile, gestures offhandedly toward nothing in particular.]
Sounds like a douchebag, [he admits, shoulders rolling nonchalantly as possible, his mouth downturned into a pout.] But you won't have to think about them anymore and soon enough, neither of us will be worrying about this place at all.
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[ Mostly. There had been a few others and--well, Klaus is his bunkmate, and he isn't a douche. Just broken. It's meant more for him. Quentin smiles, half but soft, and sits up after a second. ]
Here: copy me.
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he almost inclines his head as an excuse to look away, but then quentin's smiling again and there's no way he can't let his own lips curve higher while straightening his posture.]
Alright, boss, I'll follow your lead.