The strangled noise he lets out sounds extraordinarily undignified, but just how easily Ben says those words-- he almost can't believe it. "Damn right I won't," Klaus reconfirms, in case there was any leftover doubt.
Somehow, they make it outside and Klaus's first instinct is to inhale the crisp night air, hold for a long minute then exhale a contented sigh, shoulders rolling at the fleeting chill that zippers up his spine. He can feel the goosebumps rising beneath his jacket sleeves anyhow, lowers one hand from Ben's shoulder to tug the white fishnet he's wearing underneath the hoodie down over his bare midriff, like that's what'll keep him warm.
"No, no, you're not a hypocrite, Ben." He shifts to be standing beside him, tugs the other's arm around his own shoulders and begins walking them down the sidewalk, hoping Ben continues to be oblivious to the ever darkening flush. "She's got real good taste. S'why I kept that skirt I stole from her."
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Date: 2019-04-09 03:44 am (UTC)Somehow, they make it outside and Klaus's first instinct is to inhale the crisp night air, hold for a long minute then exhale a contented sigh, shoulders rolling at the fleeting chill that zippers up his spine. He can feel the goosebumps rising beneath his jacket sleeves anyhow, lowers one hand from Ben's shoulder to tug the white fishnet he's wearing underneath the hoodie down over his bare midriff, like that's what'll keep him warm.
"No, no, you're not a hypocrite, Ben." He shifts to be standing beside him, tugs the other's arm around his own shoulders and begins walking them down the sidewalk, hoping Ben continues to be oblivious to the ever darkening flush. "She's got real good taste. S'why I kept that skirt I stole from her."