"Not sure if it's hot in here or just you. Being fucked up kind of makes it difficult to tell." And he means 'hot,' like, warm? Not 'hot' as in— okay, well, Ben isn't unattractive or anything, but.
Wow, this is not the train of thought he'd been expecting his mind to take. Klaus shakes his head, draws one hand back to scrub over his own face, letting it drop against his side afterward. How fucked up can he get, thinking about how his brother looks during a time like this? He doesn't know for sure, can't think about it too long or else he'll get distracted and lose his definite thought.
"Means you're high as a kite, buddy." Nicknames, he has plenty. Klaus watches Ben look up, tipping his head back momentarily as well to note the balloons hovering above them. Huh. Kind of makes him wish he could get up there and take one, although that'd be impossible... wouldn't it? Who knows. "I mean, something is wrong, Ben."
With Ben seated, he slumps down somewhat, resting a hand on the bar behind them so he can lean close, really get a good look at the other's eyes. "We're sitting because— wait, tingles?" Those, plus being warm and all the extra energy Ben seems to have? Shit, it has to be ecstasy then, huh? "W-Wrong? Uhm." Klaus's head tips to the side, his own widened eyes watching the way Ben's taking his hand, urging it back up against his cheek. "Nothing's wrong! I wanna... wanna dance with you, I really do, but maybe... we could dance elsewhere?"
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Wow, this is not the train of thought he'd been expecting his mind to take. Klaus shakes his head, draws one hand back to scrub over his own face, letting it drop against his side afterward. How fucked up can he get, thinking about how his brother looks during a time like this? He doesn't know for sure, can't think about it too long or else he'll get distracted and lose his definite thought.
"Means you're high as a kite, buddy." Nicknames, he has plenty. Klaus watches Ben look up, tipping his head back momentarily as well to note the balloons hovering above them. Huh. Kind of makes him wish he could get up there and take one, although that'd be impossible... wouldn't it? Who knows. "I mean, something is wrong, Ben."
With Ben seated, he slumps down somewhat, resting a hand on the bar behind them so he can lean close, really get a good look at the other's eyes. "We're sitting because— wait, tingles?" Those, plus being warm and all the extra energy Ben seems to have? Shit, it has to be ecstasy then, huh? "W-Wrong? Uhm." Klaus's head tips to the side, his own widened eyes watching the way Ben's taking his hand, urging it back up against his cheek. "Nothing's wrong! I wanna... wanna dance with you, I really do, but maybe... we could dance elsewhere?"