[ listen, klaus is here for the bad pop culture references, and less so for the accuracy. technicalities be damned!
the hand on the shoulder only stays there for a short while — anchoring in intention, as much as curiosity of his own. real, it feels real. not like the spectral phantoms he’s used to. moreover, it feels living and breathing, without the peculiar haze the void brought with it.
so klaus lets the hand fall away when he seems certain enough of some few things for himself, a small press of his mouth into a thin smile, head tilting as he looks at eddie, before following his gaze around them. ]
Oh? This comes close? [ he’s not judging, really. the answer seems to surprise him a little is all, though there’s no trace of scepticism. he guesses everyone had their own idea of ideal. some people thought a bouncy castle and a kids birthday party was paradise. it’s fair enough, that the lush calm around them would be someone else’s. he could do a little more without the local’s display of awe, but — that had its advantages too. but there’s another thing in there he hangs on to in that answer — and some easy grin slides across his face. ] I guess the cheese is pretty good here but see, if it was the Void, it would be everything you’d want. That’d be the point, no?
[ a sing-song lilt to his words, and he points at eddie’s arm, suddenly struck with a laughably simple idea. ] Pinch yourself. You can’t feel pain if you’re in the afterlife. [ he might sound like an idiot (a fact everyone around him had been fast enough to point out) but it’s said with the certain sort of authority of someone with first hand experience. ]
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the hand on the shoulder only stays there for a short while — anchoring in intention, as much as curiosity of his own. real, it feels real. not like the spectral phantoms he’s used to. moreover, it feels living and breathing, without the peculiar haze the void brought with it.
so klaus lets the hand fall away when he seems certain enough of some few things for himself, a small press of his mouth into a thin smile, head tilting as he looks at eddie, before following his gaze around them. ]
Oh? This comes close? [ he’s not judging, really. the answer seems to surprise him a little is all, though there’s no trace of scepticism. he guesses everyone had their own idea of ideal. some people thought a bouncy castle and a kids birthday party was paradise. it’s fair enough, that the lush calm around them would be someone else’s. he could do a little more without the local’s display of awe, but — that had its advantages too. but there’s another thing in there he hangs on to in that answer — and some easy grin slides across his face. ] I guess the cheese is pretty good here but see, if it was the Void, it would be everything you’d want. That’d be the point, no?
[ a sing-song lilt to his words, and he points at eddie’s arm, suddenly struck with a laughably simple idea. ] Pinch yourself. You can’t feel pain if you’re in the afterlife. [ he might sound like an idiot (a fact everyone around him had been fast enough to point out) but it’s said with the certain sort of authority of someone with first hand experience. ]