When Pepper first contacted him, Klaus admittedly screened the call and let it go to voicemail. He'd been in a grueling match of hide and seek with a little girl who, for all intents and purposes, had claimed to be the champion of all things hide and seek. Klaus naturally had to put her to the test, and by the time the day had come to a close, he'd all but written off the call in favor of sharing dinner with Claire, Allison and Patrick.
But when the same number rang him the follow day, he finally answered. The phone call lasted longer than he'd anticipated, and after a quick coffee meeting with Pepper Potts, Klaus had signed away his big mouth and gained a client. A client who, by name alone, hadn't been unfamiliar to him. That night spent with Tony Stark would have been enough for him to agree to take the man on as a client, but Klaus has seen the news, he'd watched as questions about the missing man popped up in headlines on nearly every station. A wealthy tech giant suddenly silenced. It was sobering.
Which makes walking into the Malibu house a little strange, considering the last he'd seen this place they'd been nothing but a flurry of snarky commentary and playful limbs. And from what he can remember, it'd been a fun little romp for the time they had, and Klaus had easily seen himself out before the sun rose too far into the sky. This time, he'd been welcomed in and guided to the backyard, and with a wiggle of fingers to Pepper he turns his back, soaking in the rolling waves and the clear air.
He's barefoot, two mats laid out in the dappled shade and he's stretching an arm over his head while he enjoys the view. While Tony might feel silly in his joggers, Klaus isn't in anything fancy himself, save for colorful, form fitting yoga leggings and a sleeveless, flowy gray top. Better to relax, let himself enjoy the weather, than to try and determine just how he'll tackle a client like this. Klaus gets the feeling that Pepper desperately wants Tony to be fixed, or better in some sense of the word, and while he might not understand the trauma of an overseas kidnapping, he and Tony had spoken a similar language before: maybe there's some of that left.
He turns when he hears his name and grins, offering his hand like a lady might, for the back to be kissed, but he'll shaky Tony's hand anyway. "Oh, you're that Stark guy, right?" He taps fingers against his chin, looking up thoughtfully. "I think I remember you. Here I thought I proved how flexible I was the last time we met, but by all means, if you want to see more, I'm not here to judge. And with a view like this," a vague, sweeping hand gesture that may or may not playfully include Tony himself, "I could work on my mantras all day."
Tony looks like he's lost some weight, though he's not entirely sure considering the t-shirt, but he does notice the light set into the man's chest. He doesn't let his eyes linger— Pepper's told him all about it, anyway— but he can't help but wonder how painful it is. "But your assistant has decided she'd like to see you attempt yoga. I'm going to need you to at least pretend to be a little excited, I promise I won't make it too painful for you."
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But when the same number rang him the follow day, he finally answered. The phone call lasted longer than he'd anticipated, and after a quick coffee meeting with Pepper Potts, Klaus had signed away his big mouth and gained a client. A client who, by name alone, hadn't been unfamiliar to him. That night spent with Tony Stark would have been enough for him to agree to take the man on as a client, but Klaus has seen the news, he'd watched as questions about the missing man popped up in headlines on nearly every station. A wealthy tech giant suddenly silenced. It was sobering.
Which makes walking into the Malibu house a little strange, considering the last he'd seen this place they'd been nothing but a flurry of snarky commentary and playful limbs. And from what he can remember, it'd been a fun little romp for the time they had, and Klaus had easily seen himself out before the sun rose too far into the sky. This time, he'd been welcomed in and guided to the backyard, and with a wiggle of fingers to Pepper he turns his back, soaking in the rolling waves and the clear air.
He's barefoot, two mats laid out in the dappled shade and he's stretching an arm over his head while he enjoys the view. While Tony might feel silly in his joggers, Klaus isn't in anything fancy himself, save for colorful, form fitting yoga leggings and a sleeveless, flowy gray top. Better to relax, let himself enjoy the weather, than to try and determine just how he'll tackle a client like this. Klaus gets the feeling that Pepper desperately wants Tony to be fixed, or better in some sense of the word, and while he might not understand the trauma of an overseas kidnapping, he and Tony had spoken a similar language before: maybe there's some of that left.
He turns when he hears his name and grins, offering his hand like a lady might, for the back to be kissed, but he'll shaky Tony's hand anyway. "Oh, you're that Stark guy, right?" He taps fingers against his chin, looking up thoughtfully. "I think I remember you. Here I thought I proved how flexible I was the last time we met, but by all means, if you want to see more, I'm not here to judge. And with a view like this," a vague, sweeping hand gesture that may or may not playfully include Tony himself, "I could work on my mantras all day."
Tony looks like he's lost some weight, though he's not entirely sure considering the t-shirt, but he does notice the light set into the man's chest. He doesn't let his eyes linger— Pepper's told him all about it, anyway— but he can't help but wonder how painful it is. "But your assistant has decided she'd like to see you attempt yoga. I'm going to need you to at least pretend to be a little excited, I promise I won't make it too painful for you."