Klaus can tell pretty much immediately that Julie's probably feeling like shit about as much as he is, which is super great, really. Just ideal. Klaus can handle feeling like this, sure, it's actually a few fractions better than being really dope sick off opiates, and he's dealt with that like, what, a dozen times?
Julie, on the other hand, deserves way better than this.
Pushing away from the door frame, he puts on a big goofy smile and sways on his feet for a moment, glad that he'd wiped away most of the blood around his nose and mouth from falling earlier and coughing and sneezing until his face leaked too many fluids.
"Gosh, how do you get prettier every single day, Julie Cabernet?" he says, pushing an elbow out to press against the doorframe so he doesn't sway anymore, "Can I come in?"
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Klaus can tell pretty much immediately that Julie's probably feeling like shit about as much as he is, which is super great, really. Just ideal. Klaus can handle feeling like this, sure, it's actually a few fractions better than being really dope sick off opiates, and he's dealt with that like, what, a dozen times?
Julie, on the other hand, deserves way better than this.
Pushing away from the door frame, he puts on a big goofy smile and sways on his feet for a moment, glad that he'd wiped away most of the blood around his nose and mouth from falling earlier and coughing and sneezing until his face leaked too many fluids.
"Gosh, how do you get prettier every single day, Julie Cabernet?" he says, pushing an elbow out to press against the doorframe so he doesn't sway anymore, "Can I come in?"