[ Something about that raised eyebrow, her timing when she turns the phone, the look on her face - it hits Ben's funny bone just in the right way, and he laughs hard, feeling joyous and so very, very happy to have his sister back. God, he'd missed this. He'd missed talking with her so much. Even if she is dragging him right now. ]
Okay, wow, uncalled for!
[ But then his giggles fade out and Ben grows more pensive, gives a little shrug. ]
I guess, maybe. To be honest I haven't really thought about it a whole lot.
[ For a while black had been a functional choice. Ben had died before he ever left the Academy and had a chance to develop any sense of personal style, himself. When he'd first arrived here, black was an obvious solution. It didn't require thought or matching or whatever, didn't draw attention, and most importantly, didn't show any bloodstains.
But this place had turned out to be not all that dangerous, and it's only been a few occasions when Ben has been grateful for the rather goth ensemble. He looks down at his hands, restlessly picking at a fingernail as he admits: ]
Klaus has joked about makeovers now and then but honestly I can't tell if he's serious or kidding, and I just know if I asked him he'd put me in super heavy makeup and something super revealing or uncomfortable and laugh it up. Even if he tried to be really really serious about it, I'm not sure... Klaus fashion is really.... Ben-suitable.
[ What Ben isn't saying is that he loves these clothes he has, that he wants to only wear them and that he's not open to anything else. He's just saying that he doesn't really want to dress like Klaus. Which, considering the kind of things their brother wears, can she really blame him? Ben is not a miniskirt kind of a guy. He's not a leather pants with a gap all the way up the sides and laces kind of a guy. ]
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Okay, wow, uncalled for!
[ But then his giggles fade out and Ben grows more pensive, gives a little shrug. ]
I guess, maybe. To be honest I haven't really thought about it a whole lot.
[ For a while black had been a functional choice. Ben had died before he ever left the Academy and had a chance to develop any sense of personal style, himself. When he'd first arrived here, black was an obvious solution. It didn't require thought or matching or whatever, didn't draw attention, and most importantly, didn't show any bloodstains.
But this place had turned out to be not all that dangerous, and it's only been a few occasions when Ben has been grateful for the rather goth ensemble. He looks down at his hands, restlessly picking at a fingernail as he admits: ]
Klaus has joked about makeovers now and then but honestly I can't tell if he's serious or kidding, and I just know if I asked him he'd put me in super heavy makeup and something super revealing or uncomfortable and laugh it up. Even if he tried to be really really serious about it, I'm not sure... Klaus fashion is really.... Ben-suitable.
[ What Ben isn't saying is that he loves these clothes he has, that he wants to only wear them and that he's not open to anything else. He's just saying that he doesn't really want to dress like Klaus. Which, considering the kind of things their brother wears, can she really blame him? Ben is not a miniskirt kind of a guy. He's not a leather pants with a gap all the way up the sides and laces kind of a guy. ]