[ clementine laughs again despite herself, and the sound- and the ease with which it comes surprises her. she raises an eyebrow at him and juts a finger out in his direction until it presses against his arm. ]
If you eat our carrots, you're going to be in trouble.
[ a smile tugs across her face as she pulls the gloves out of her pockets and on to her hands as if decisively. this is happening now. she's going to make a snowman, and even if they're both actually terrible at it, it doesn't seem like it matters so much.
she moves to the closet, opening it so they can pull out what they need from inside. she's done so much. making a snowman shouldn't be- it shouldn't stop her in her tracks even if it did. maybe because she doesn't want to be someone incapable of it, incapable of fun or lightheartedness or being a kid.
like some part of her really did get that fucked up. ]
So... that means we need carrots and other stuff like hats, right?
[ his smile dimples slowly at her warning; he makes no promises but instead follows her to the closet.
it is remarkably easy, once he's slipped into these shoes, once he's let himself want to look after and help and befriend this little girl — however it conjures up that a painful longing for his own. because of same — he wants to be here. when she smiles like she is now, it hurts less and more all at once.
he looks into the expanse of the closet with her and then down to her. ] I think we should take whatever you like. [ he'll encourage it, in point of fact. with a bit of wonder injected into his voice, he says. ] A snowman can be whatever you imagine.
However, [ he reaches around into the closet over her head and roots around ] I will insist on... [ out comes a black top hat. yes, an authentic victorian top hat, the likes of which he hasn't worn for nearly a century. ] Ah yes, this hat. [ on his head it goes. for safe keeping. ]
( clementine stares up at him surprise when he just pops the hat on top of his head and then she laughs. she actually laughs before finally smirking up at him. she can't say she actually expected him to put it on, and she even figures he did it because he wanted to make her laugh. and well, maybe she laughed because she wanted that too. an adult willing to be silly to make her smile, even if she's too old for her age. even if she's harsh edges with blood on her hands, there's still worth in smiling, playing.
there's still some part of her capable of it despite her worry at the window before he showed up. )
It's very fancy like you are. ( she folds her arms across her chest, thoughtfully and then reaches in for a bag.
she pulls out marbles for the mouth, big buttons for the eyes, a rainbow scarf, and finally, she pulls out a carrot, which points his way. no eating this. )
[ 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. ]
( clementine snorts laughter at the sight of the fancy, lacy thing that klaus adds to the bag. this snowman is going to look hilariously fancy. she ducks her head and then starts toward the door, holding it open for him so they can build a ridiculous snowman. )
This will either be the best or worst snowman ever made. ( possibly both. )
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If you eat our carrots, you're going to be in trouble.
[ a smile tugs across her face as she pulls the gloves out of her pockets and on to her hands as if decisively. this is happening now. she's going to make a snowman, and even if they're both actually terrible at it, it doesn't seem like it matters so much.
she moves to the closet, opening it so they can pull out what they need from inside. she's done so much. making a snowman shouldn't be- it shouldn't stop her in her tracks even if it did. maybe because she doesn't want to be someone incapable of it, incapable of fun or lightheartedness or being a kid.
like some part of her really did get that fucked up. ]
So... that means we need carrots and other stuff like hats, right?
oh no
it is remarkably easy, once he's slipped into these shoes, once he's let himself want to look after and help and befriend this little girl — however it conjures up that a painful longing for his own. because of same — he wants to be here. when she smiles like she is now, it hurts less and more all at once.
he looks into the expanse of the closet with her and then down to her. ] I think we should take whatever you like. [ he'll encourage it, in point of fact. with a bit of wonder injected into his voice, he says. ] A snowman can be whatever you imagine.
However, [ he reaches around into the closet over her head and roots around ] I will insist on... [ out comes a black top hat. yes, an authentic victorian top hat, the likes of which he hasn't worn for nearly a century. ] Ah yes, this hat. [ on his head it goes. for safe keeping. ]
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there's still some part of her capable of it despite her worry at the window before he showed up. )
It's very fancy like you are. ( she folds her arms across her chest, thoughtfully and then reaches in for a bag.
she pulls out marbles for the mouth, big buttons for the eyes, a rainbow scarf, and finally, she pulls out a carrot, which points his way. no eating this. )
Ready.
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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. ]
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This will either be the best or worst snowman ever made. ( possibly both. )