[unable to help himself, klaus smiles broadly, releases ivar's wrist and tucks both arms across his chest, looking quite satisfied with this outcome. what sort of irony is it that they'd stumble upon ivar's powers after he'd suggested something else being at play here when it came to the teen's capabilities?
although he's gotta admit, being told what to do and immediately wanting to is just a bit weird. but it's fine, they can play this little game of ‘ivar says’ for however long.
even if he wanted to say anything, the words likely wouldn't come out right. so, rather than attempt it, his grin simply widens and he raises the hand with hello inked across the palm without hesitation.]
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although he's gotta admit, being told what to do and immediately wanting to is just a bit weird. but it's fine, they can play this little game of ‘ivar says’ for however long.
even if he wanted to say anything, the words likely wouldn't come out right. so, rather than attempt it, his grin simply widens and he raises the hand with hello inked across the palm without hesitation.]