"No waaaay." he repeated, drawing it out slowly and watching Klaus hide his face with a hand for a moment. Delightfully high? No way! And he tried whispering again but it was a stage whisper. Loud enough to be heard as he leaned in, eyes wide. "I've never been high before!" he said as if this were a secret.
But he had to give a puff of a laugh, surprised at himself. "I think it was that girl. Oh, whoa. It was her, huh. I told you this was a bad idea." Or was it? Or did he? Not at all. This was all a great idea. This entire night was.
But Home? He frowned more at that, drawing his head back a bit. "Home?" He said flatly. "You can't dance at home." Father wouldn't like it--wait, he's dead. But still, home? You can't dance at home. Which is wrong, because they did it all the time when Luther played his music too loud. "I mean, I guess so? But why there?"
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Date: 2019-04-08 07:56 am (UTC)But he had to give a puff of a laugh, surprised at himself. "I think it was that girl. Oh, whoa. It was her, huh. I told you this was a bad idea." Or was it? Or did he? Not at all. This was all a great idea. This entire night was.
But Home? He frowned more at that, drawing his head back a bit. "Home?" He said flatly. "You can't dance at home." Father wouldn't like it--wait, he's dead. But still, home? You can't dance at home. Which is wrong, because they did it all the time when Luther played his music too loud. "I mean, I guess so? But why there?"