It's a shame we're not roommates. [ Apparently he trusts Ivar enough to not murder him in his sleep. ] But I wouldn't trade living with my girlfriend. No offence.
[Ivar is surprised to see Klaus texting him. Frankly, he thought he'd scared off the skittish man after their last conversation. It's not that he intends to be a holy terror all the time, but he does enjoy making sure everyone is afraid of him at all times. He texts back after a few minutes.]
[even those few minutes make klaus antsy, have him fidgeting with the unraveled hemp cords he's got in his lap and that should be telling. this was a stupid idea; ivar won't want anything he has to offer and if he does, it's certainly not going to be jewelry he's made—]
it's stupid i probably shouldn't have even messaged you about it [backspaced.] how do you feel about mushrooms?
[Of all the things Ivar was expecting him to say, that was far down on the bottom of the list. He's expected to be assaulted with babbling words again that would make him feel irritated. Instead, this has perked his curiosity.]
I've taken them before on occasions like Yule and other celebrations. Why?
Calm? I'm never calm. [No shit.] Getting that calm usually means someone will sneak up and attack you while you're weakened where I'm from. But since everyone here isn't quite like that, perhaps it shall be alright.
christ alive you can say that again which is exactly why i'm offering you this! you need to calm down!!! even if it's just for a little while... and you won't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you i'll keep an eye out for us
[considering he'll be less high this time around.]
[At least he has sense of humor about all the Christian-centric things that are being said around him rather then being judgmental. He's matured a little in the past year or so through contact with a Christian priest who had been his slave.]
Alright. I shall accept your offer. When and where?
[holy shit, klaus shouldn't have laughed as hard as he did. thankfully, he's by himself, so clapping his hand over his mouth serves no purpose, but it's the thought that counts!]
wow okay nobody can say you don't have a sense of humor whenever you like honestly and how about in the park? shroom trips are usually better with nature but we could meet at tyrhaus if you'd prefer
[That's the problem with Ivar. He's constantly taking things too far because he never knows when it stop. He sees it as pushing past all limits.
Ivar decides to use his wheelchair for this trip. His leg braces tend to leave him in worse pain then he starts out in, so he'd rather be comfortable if he's going to get high. When he gets there, Klaus has already arrived. He folds his arms and looks him over.]
he's only been standing there a few minutes, contemplating sitting down on the nearby bench, but by the time he decides, ivar's already headed toward him— in a wheelchair, it would seem. when did the viking get one of those? ah well, it's not his business, frankly, despite his curiosity.
after an awkward, quite obviously stiff gesture toward nothing in particular,] Do I look like a guy who plans ahead? Actually, no, don't answer that. [klaus sighs, fidgets with the bag in his left pocket.]
Okay, so, I ate one whole-ass mushroom and tripped for four hours. I brought half of one to split between us. Sound fair to you?
[Surprisingly, Ivar wouldn't bite off Klaus' head for asking about his wheelchair since it had been given in kindness by Peter. But maybe later he'll tell him that. Right now, he's interested to see what affects these mushrooms will have on him.
Vikings tend to act rather peculiar when high. Some get horny, some just trip out on hallucinations, and some can get very violent. He's just going to neglect to tell Klaus that for fear the offer will be rescinded.]
[oh, that... would be rather surprising, actually? he knows peter too, so there's something else they could chat about. at a later time though, because things feel business-like and he'd prefer everything to run smoothly.
the bag gets removed, klaus gives the fungus a once-over then unseals it, offers ivar whichever quarter of the cap he wants first.]
[wow, okay, maybe klaus should be surprised at how quickly ivar took the mushroom? but when he reminds himself how young he started drinking and popping pain pills... yeah, he's got no room to talk.]
About half an hour, I'd say.
[from his other pocket, he removes a small metal flask, gives it a shake then uncaps it and offers it to ivar. it's vodka, not ale. has to count for something though, right?]
[There's something else they both have in common, though in Ivar's defense, twelve is considered to be an adult in Norse culture due to their short lives. He's been drinking and getting high since about that time.
He takes a long swig of the vodka before passing it back over with a mumble of--] My thanks.
[He fixes Klaus with one of those eerie, piercing stares he can do so well with his strange-colored eyes.] Why did you make the offer in the first place?
[funny, how they both started out so young and yet klaus is the one with more experience, even though ivar's technically from the past. god, timelines are weird and he'll never get over that.
he eats his own half while ivar drinks, crumples up the plastic and stuffs it back into his pocket, accepting the flask being returned afterward.] Yeah, no problem.
If you want more, you're welcome to it. [it's like drinking paint thinner, but it gets the job done. definitely gets rid of the weird, bittersweet aftertaste of the fungi, too.] I, uh, messaged you for a completely different reason, at first. [a stupid one, they don't even have to go into it!] But then I remembered the mushrooms and thought they'd be a better metaphorical olive branch.
[ ooc: set right after witnessing this exchange. ]
Ey, Ivar, hello. Not to be a bother but you're talking with my girlfriend in your announcement about the locals' bloody actions last night. Gorgeous green woman, looks like she could rip off your spine without effort? That's her.
Human sacrifices are a very touchy subject for us both because some really bad shit that happened home. I know it's a matter of culture and honor but could you not antagonize her about this? As a favor to me? I mean you can argue with her to your heart content about anything else.
[There's a long and resigned sigh that turns into a sort of whine once Ivar finally speaks.]
Must I?
[He's torn between his usual desire to antagonize people as much as possible and wanting to keep his friendship with Peter. See, this is why he shouldn't become friends with people. Then he could just do what he wants.]
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