[ You have no idea, mister death sir. Klaus exhales steadily— even though he has conquered his fear of the dead, there is still some uneasiness that comes with it, but for the most part he is relatively calm. He fidgets, arms coming around to embrace himself, a common gesture he made when he did want to comfort himself. He looks over (and up?) at Thanatos. ]
That's a bit overdoing it, isn't it?
[ He takes in another breath and brushes off his attire. ]
I am, but that's fiiiine. It's typical.
[ He says, then follows up quickly: ]
You know, with the scythe and the cloak and everything. I mean, I like black and edgy as much as the next guy, but seriously. I mean, I guess, live your extra life.
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He fidgets, arms coming around to embrace himself, a common gesture he made when he did want to comfort himself. He looks over (and up?) at Thanatos. ]
That's a bit overdoing it, isn't it?
[ He takes in another breath and brushes off his attire. ]
I am, but that's fiiiine. It's typical.
[ He says, then follows up quickly: ]
You know, with the scythe and the cloak and everything. I mean, I like black and edgy as much as the next guy, but seriously. I mean, I guess, live your extra life.