[perplexity he can handle. disdain is something else entirely, an expression that makes his own features waver somewhat, but he corrects that before it's too noticeable, urging his lips back upward in a partial smirk. and seriously, it's klaus, how threatening could he really be? especially to someone like vergil, who's skilled with a sword in ways he couldn't even imagine.
trust though, if he could watch himself, he'd do it allll day.
color him surprised (yet also not) at vergil knowing the other half of the saying. klaus's smile brightens again, coupled with a quiet laugh, his hand finally withdrawing to push his hair back and out of his face again.] Holy hell, brains and brawn? Be still my heart.
[he even clutches the left side of his chest for emphasis, unable to help another chuckle. despite his joking, he is actually impressed that vergil knows, almost opens his mouth to make another comment, but hesitates when he considers the probable inappropriateness of it.
(no, it doesn't make him old at all! more knowledgeable, honestly, in klaus's opinion.)
peering into the almost empty cup makes him pout. maybe he should slow down? if not, he ought to at least try filling it with something else besides whatever's strongest.] Good hunch! [it's fair, it completely, utterly is. he snorts, cocks his thumb up and aims the index finger toward vergil in a halfhearted fingergun.] Think they have apple juice? That's my favorite.
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trust though, if he could watch himself, he'd do it allll day.
color him surprised (yet also not) at vergil knowing the other half of the saying. klaus's smile brightens again, coupled with a quiet laugh, his hand finally withdrawing to push his hair back and out of his face again.] Holy hell, brains and brawn? Be still my heart.
[he even clutches the left side of his chest for emphasis, unable to help another chuckle. despite his joking, he is actually impressed that vergil knows, almost opens his mouth to make another comment, but hesitates when he considers the probable inappropriateness of it.
(no, it doesn't make him old at all! more knowledgeable, honestly, in klaus's opinion.)
peering into the almost empty cup makes him pout. maybe he should slow down? if not, he ought to at least try filling it with something else besides whatever's strongest.] Good hunch! [it's fair, it completely, utterly is. he snorts, cocks his thumb up and aims the index finger toward vergil in a halfhearted fingergun.] Think they have apple juice? That's my favorite.
[why get offended when he can play along?]