[ with a smirk befitting klaus mikaelson's mischievousness, he bends over and reaches in the closet after she's done, only to pull out a black lace cravat of equal absurdity and then, to make the look complete, a wooden pipe and a costume tiara, to stuff in their bag.
he could just be, maybe might be, kind of sort of, capitalizing on her laughter and her continued teasing of just how worldly and ridiculous he is. ] Ready, [ he agrees, and takes the bag from her to carry. ]
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he could just be, maybe might be, kind of sort of, capitalizing on her laughter and her continued teasing of just how worldly and ridiculous he is. ] Ready, [ he agrees, and takes the bag from her to carry. ]