[klaus doesn't seem to mind staying exactly the way they are, grinning a little wider as he feels quentin's mouth curving beneath his thumb-- until his friend mentioning a university has him drawing back.]
Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
Hmmm. So, a magical school where you can party? Even better.
I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
[ Quentin can't help but nod along to the other-it makes sense he'd think that. From what little Quentin actually knows about the world here and Klaus in general, he doesn't seem to be the type that has had a stable, structured home life where his powers could flourish.
Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
[ha...haha... reginald hargreeves providing a stable home life for his adoptive children? that'd be one of the best jokes he's ever heard! if it could, you know, actually be some kind of joke that wouldn't be sick and twisted in its own way.
good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]
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Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
...what's it called?
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[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
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I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
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Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
Hey, Klaus?
Thanks.
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good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]