"You're gonna stab an eye out with that thing one of these days," Klaus gestures to the knife before he collects his own mug and sandwich, plopping down in the seat next to Diego. He kicks his feet out, crossing them at the ankle, if only to settle the plate in his lap a little better and focus instead on drinking from the coffee.
"How thoughtful of him," he hums, observing the blanket, the cot. Whether it was Pogo or not, he knows better and he knows he won't be sleeping any time soon. "But this old thing? Well" He raises one arm as though to show off the sleeve, his bare shoulder peeking through the stretched neckline. "Definitely an altered piece from Patrick's closet. It's warm. Why? Are you jealous Mr. Tactical Gear?"
He grins before he plucks up half his sandwich (cut into triangles, like a normal, sane human being) and takes a bite. "Why buy my own clothes when everyone around me is so fashionable? Just you wait until I get my hands on that little leather getup you've got there. Very BDSM-chic, very hot." He waggles his eyebrows, mostly indicating the holsters for the knives he's seen the man wear around.
Klaus takes another bite, looking across the room, thoughtful and tired. "How are you holding up?" With Patch gone, with Vanya missing, Allison injured... they might not be in the same boat, but Klaus can certainly relate. "Can't have you getting wrinkles and sleepy bags under your eyes on my watch." Another bite of sandwich and he's talking around a mouthful, but he uses the remaining corner of bread to gesture at Diego. "It's ham and cheese, by the way. Pickles, no mayo."
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"How thoughtful of him," he hums, observing the blanket, the cot. Whether it was Pogo or not, he knows better and he knows he won't be sleeping any time soon. "But this old thing? Well" He raises one arm as though to show off the sleeve, his bare shoulder peeking through the stretched neckline. "Definitely an altered piece from Patrick's closet. It's warm. Why? Are you jealous Mr. Tactical Gear?"
He grins before he plucks up half his sandwich (cut into triangles, like a normal, sane human being) and takes a bite. "Why buy my own clothes when everyone around me is so fashionable? Just you wait until I get my hands on that little leather getup you've got there. Very BDSM-chic, very hot." He waggles his eyebrows, mostly indicating the holsters for the knives he's seen the man wear around.
Klaus takes another bite, looking across the room, thoughtful and tired. "How are you holding up?" With Patch gone, with Vanya missing, Allison injured... they might not be in the same boat, but Klaus can certainly relate. "Can't have you getting wrinkles and sleepy bags under your eyes on my watch." Another bite of sandwich and he's talking around a mouthful, but he uses the remaining corner of bread to gesture at Diego. "It's ham and cheese, by the way. Pickles, no mayo."