Tempting... but he doesn't seem all that convinced just yet.
He watches Ben sip his water bottle, grins around the mouth of his own and casually shrugs. “Maybe it's my secondary ability or some shit. Wouldn't that be terrific?” Despite how many odd looks he'd gotten at the time, everything had worked out and without fail, he would go home with some awesome thing under his arm. Funny, maybe Ben had been his good luck charm? Because a lot of times, his brother was there.
Once more, the other male tries coaxing him out from underneath the safety of his umbrella. Klaus blinks upward at the canvas, contemplatively tilts his head then sets the chilled plastic bottle against his neck.
Seriously, what harm is really going to come of it, aside from a possible sunburn? Which wouldn't be all that bad; Ben did say he's used to his bitching. “What if I get a crab up my—” a beat, his brow knitting as he spares his sarong a glance then playfully smirks in Ben's direction, “up my sarong? I'm not wearing shorts, so I had to amend.”
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He watches Ben sip his water bottle, grins around the mouth of his own and casually shrugs. “Maybe it's my secondary ability or some shit. Wouldn't that be terrific?” Despite how many odd looks he'd gotten at the time, everything had worked out and without fail, he would go home with some awesome thing under his arm. Funny, maybe Ben had been his good luck charm? Because a lot of times, his brother was there.
Once more, the other male tries coaxing him out from underneath the safety of his umbrella. Klaus blinks upward at the canvas, contemplatively tilts his head then sets the chilled plastic bottle against his neck.
Seriously, what harm is really going to come of it, aside from a possible sunburn? Which wouldn't be all that bad; Ben did say he's used to his bitching. “What if I get a crab up my—” a beat, his brow knitting as he spares his sarong a glance then playfully smirks in Ben's direction, “up my sarong? I'm not wearing shorts, so I had to amend.”