( 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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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. )