[which is hilarious, considering klaus usually isn't handing out narcotics like they're halloween candy, but he hadn't hesitated when it came to offering some to ivar if it meant protecting his pride. the embarrassment at ivar's possible making fun of him had been completely unnecessary, and yet, he doesn't quite regret telling him about the mushroom. now, they'll be high as kites and the viking likes his bracelet.
hell, if it hadn't gotten so quiet all of a sudden, he might've laughed at the thought. klaus's attention darts from ivar's face to his hands, eyebrows raising curiously after he realizes he's staring— and not because his intention is trying to figure out the parts of them.
...well then, the abrupt appearance of a knife could've been why. he retrieves the flask, strips off his coat, takes a long pull from the container, his eyes still on the knife while he upturns his unoccupied hand, speaks around the metal lip,] Wanna see something cool?
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hell, if it hadn't gotten so quiet all of a sudden, he might've laughed at the thought. klaus's attention darts from ivar's face to his hands, eyebrows raising curiously after he realizes he's staring— and not because his intention is trying to figure out the parts of them.
...well then, the abrupt appearance of a knife could've been why. he retrieves the flask, strips off his coat, takes a long pull from the container, his eyes still on the knife while he upturns his unoccupied hand, speaks around the metal lip,] Wanna see something cool?