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I've been splendid. [ lie. ] Practically glowing with contentment. [ liiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee. ] How are you?

Just great. [ lie!] I love this place. [ look, she's lying again.]

[ ALL THE LIES FOREVER

and okay he almost smiles at how she hands his sarcasm right back to him ]

So what or who should I thank for your interest in my well-being?

[ ugh.] Forget it.

[ what did he do now. he sighs, all exasperation and eagerness, and makes efforts to soften his tone. ] I'm in my hut, Caroline.

I... I don't want to go back to my hut. I need somewhere to think.

[ give klaus a moment to wonder over what could have happened and process that she's coming to him for this somewhere.

then he'll rattle off succinct but thorough enough directions. ] It's the one with the tan hide door.

Please tell me you have some alcohol.

I have a sketchbook and spare clothes, even a full bed, but unfortunately no liquid provisions.

None of those things will get me drunk. [ oh well.] I'll be there soon.

I'll see you then. [ he'll just reel for a moment at the prospect of caroline willingly coming to him after hanging up. he's sure there must be some reason for it. then he goes back to the sketch of he's working on of the underground labyrinth they've all woken in upon arrival and waits.

if she decides to just walk in, a large portion of the space is taken up by his king-size bed from new orleans. he's fashioned a crude set of drawers and a table or two for his clothes and few possessions. there's also the easel he's working at. ]

[ caroline is riding the bad decision train today. riding it right into regretsville. but she's not ready to go back to the hut yet, with elena there. and she can't go to stefan about this either.

so... that leaves...] Klaus? [ she knocks on the side of the hut because she's not about to barge into a hut she's never been in before. oh and she probably made her best attempt at not looking freshly fucked. hint: she failed.]

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[ welcome aboard, caroline; klaus is usually on that route.

he's listening for her arrival, especially considering just how odd it was she'd seek him out. he can't help the relief he feels, hearing it truly is just her beyond the door, even if it doesn't yet answer all his curious questions.

he puts down the charcoals and picks up a ratty undershirt he's chosen as a towel to wipe off the black on his fingers. a few steps and he walked into the doorway to lift the hide for her. ] Well, come in.

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[ she feels a twist in her stomach, a bubbling of nerves, almost like she's reconsidering this option. but she needs a place to just sit, to think about what just happened without the risk of being run into. klaus may or may not ask questions but she thinks he won't hold judgement.

maybe.

she slips inside upon his beckoning, glancing around, eyebrows perking up.] It's... Well, like what you've done with the place.

[ it's something he's attuned to; caroline. has been nearly since the day he saw her, even before when he'd done all his research on mystic falls and its key occupants.

his eyes trail her as she passes him. he notices: the haphazard wrinkle of her clothes, the mess of her hair, the smell of drying sweat. he blinks rapidly and lets the hide go to follow her inside, stays behind her as she takes it all in.

there's a sardonic tone to his voice; he agrees. ] Clearly something had to be done.

I have water, if you want.

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[ he's right to think there's something off. she doesn't walk with the usual confidence she has around him, she doesn't command the room. no, she probably seems a bit small and definitely a lot disheveled, which is rare for caroline forbes.]

These huts don't exactly have a shabby chic thing going on for them. [ she tries to joke but it feels flat on her tongue, her eyes glancing back at him, her smile small and false.

what is she doing here?]

Water. Yes, that would be great. [ and something to do with her hands.]

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[ what is she doing here? happens to be the question klaus is asking himself. he doesn't bother to muster up a smile at her weak joke, too occupied with the falsity of her tone and the exhaustion that exudes from her.

he could ask, simply, but instead passes her by to open a rustic cabinet and take out an apo bol. he does the honors of opening it for her before extending her the fruit. ] I only have the one chair. [ which is a super sad indication of his life rn ok. it's the one by his easel, although it's a ways off and he hadn't been sitting in it. ] Feel free to sit there or on the bed.

[ she murmurs her thanks as he hands her the apo bol, holding it between her palms for a moment before she glances towards the bed and then the chair. yeah, the chair is her best bet, she's not having some weird repeat of what's happened today and before with klaus.]

I better... [ she nods towards the chair, probably sounding a bit exhausted as he sensed her to be. She moves to sit down on the chair, glancing at what he'd been working on.] I see you're still amazing at the art thing.

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[ that she chooses the chair over the bed doesn't escape his notice. he looks down and away in boyish sort of pleasure and uncertainty as she turns away to sit, and manages a small smile at her compliment. (he's a bit of a weak spot for them, and for her.) ] Ah, well. I've been enlisted to help document our surroundings. [ he raises his eyes to her and his gaze lingers; his smile falters.

this is a klaus struggling to reconcile and express his curiosity and innate suspicion and concern. ]

Enlisted? By who? [ she moves to sit in the chair, taking a sip of the apo bol before she looks at him, waiting for an answer, hoping to avoid her reasons for being here.]

A friend. [ it's an casual answer, accompanied with a fond, sly smile; he's not so eager to part with velma's identity for reasons, even though she makes no effort to keep a low-key about her projects. (he's still uncertain of how loyal the engineer could be, and maybe, just maybe, he would like a friend to himself, however useful and convenient she might be. maybe testing the waters for a sign of jealousy might have something to do with the mystery as well.) ] She's a clever girl, quite well-intentioned.

[ he'll allow her the avoidance. for now. ]

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[ if he's looking for any sign of jealousy from her, he will get it in the form of her lips drawing into a thin line. it's brief but it happens before she takes a sip of water, glancing back at the artwork.] Sounds like something Velma would be doing. [ caroline wasn't a big fan of the girl since velma sort of insulted her. ] Do you know her?

[ he sees the line of her lips, licks his own. ] It so happens I do. [ cat's out of that bag then. ]

[ the planet's not all that big and well, velma has made herself known. so she nods, glancing down.] Well, I guess it's good you have an activity.

It's proven to be a suitably productive distraction. [ there's a dark, pained edge in his voice, in the twist of his mouth. it's been a distraction from their circumstances. from home. from learning of his daughter's fate and his own part in her endangerment. from every waking moment he's been kept from her. (it's not been suitably distracting in the least, not that and all his combined distractions put together.)

his gaze softens, darkens. ] A distraction quite like your visit here, I suspect.

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