[ivar, please, the last thing you want is to be on the receiving end of klaus's ‘charm,’ because it's not nearly as delightful once one is dealing with his nonstop talking. just ask rhys!
whenever those vivid eyes are on him again, the older wanderer blinks, slow and deliberate, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. had his heart really leaped that high? he isn't sure, but despite his efforts to not stammer, his words still fumble a little anyhow.] O-Okay, uhm. [a beat, just long enough for him to motion toward the knife ivar's holding.]
May I use that real quick? [also, don't call him that out loud, for the love of god.]
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just ask rhys!whenever those vivid eyes are on him again, the older wanderer blinks, slow and deliberate, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. had his heart really leaped that high? he isn't sure, but despite his efforts to not stammer, his words still fumble a little anyhow.] O-Okay, uhm. [a beat, just long enough for him to motion toward the knife ivar's holding.]
May I use that real quick? [also, don't call him that out loud, for the love of god.]