[ 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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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. )