Please, have a little more faith in him. If they happen to wake someone up, he's already planning their excuse, but as it sits, Klaus may or may not be thinking about making them sneak in through a window. This way, they can both avoid the shame of having to face their other siblings, especially after how this night is likely to end.
When his gaze finds Ben again, it's right as the other girl is leaning to kiss him, which causes Klaus's eyes to widen then he lets out an oh-so-eloquent, "Holy shit," before his own partner swings them in a tight circle, drawing his attention once more. He laughs, wholehearted and genuine, allowing the spin to take them both, but as he's coming back around is the moment he realizes he's suddenly lost track of Ben.
His immediate reaction: panic. Following the abrupt increase of his heart-rate, he feels his stomach roll, tastes bile filling his mouth, is only drawn back to the moment by an arm looping around his shoulders. She's asking him a question he can't quite hear, yet he shakes his head anyhow, cups her face in both his hands and plants a kiss near the corner of her mouth. "M'sorry," he mumbles, taps a thumb against her cheek.
Then, he seizes his moment when someone nearby bumps into them, guiding the fair-haired girl into the arms of the fellow that bounces by. It feels bad, just kinda ditching her like so, but he has to hunt his brother down in case he ends up getting into trouble.
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Date: 2019-04-06 09:15 am (UTC)When his gaze finds Ben again, it's right as the other girl is leaning to kiss him, which causes Klaus's eyes to widen then he lets out an oh-so-eloquent, "Holy shit," before his own partner swings them in a tight circle, drawing his attention once more. He laughs, wholehearted and genuine, allowing the spin to take them both, but as he's coming back around is the moment he realizes he's suddenly lost track of Ben.
His immediate reaction: panic. Following the abrupt increase of his heart-rate, he feels his stomach roll, tastes bile filling his mouth, is only drawn back to the moment by an arm looping around his shoulders. She's asking him a question he can't quite hear, yet he shakes his head anyhow, cups her face in both his hands and plants a kiss near the corner of her mouth. "M'sorry," he mumbles, taps a thumb against her cheek.
Then, he seizes his moment when someone nearby bumps into them, guiding the fair-haired girl into the arms of the fellow that bounces by. It feels bad, just kinda ditching her like so, but he has to hunt his brother down in case he ends up getting into trouble.