[ ftr so far he is enjoying a drunk kenzi. listening to her slur and curse after he picked up in the middle of painting is quite entertaining. he's smiling to himself as he brings his brush back to the canvas. ]
[ of course she doesn't, she's clearly drunk and the continuing conversation only proves how much. the smiling continues; there's even the hint of a laugh in his voice. ]
also he hopes she does like artists considering she's sleeping with one. ] You've neglected to mention that fact. [ his voice lowers just a touch: ] Have I ever told you I enjoy adorable, Russian spitfires? [ so charming. he steps back to scrutinize his work. ]
Oh, I've not only seen you, sweetheart. [ he'll just use the russian equivalent here bc why not ] I'm still thinking of how you tasted, and moved, and sounded. You have plenty to be confident about.
[ he's stepped fully away from his canvas now.he'll just tack on at the end of that: ] You probably should keep track.
Then may I suggest you bring some of this alcohol over [ he hasn't had a drink in what seems like ages, after all ] and if you like the painting, you can have it.
[ a night of drinking with kenzi. sounds like a pleasant enough night. he'll rattle off quick but thorough directions to his living arrangements. ] It's the one with the tan hide door.
[She has to take a moment to struggle with putting on boots before giving up and just going barefoot. She's done that long enough around here that her feet are used to the rocks. Due to both factors combine with her drunken state it does take her a little bit to reach his hut.]
[ you're cute, kenzi. klaus doesn't hear her stumbling her way to his quarters because of the barefooted-ness, but he certainly hears the obnoxious name-calling. he abandons his oh so serious contemplation of his painting to smile at her lack of restraint, then puts his brush down to stride over and push the hide aside.
he leaves ample room for her to enter the large room. (he's hollowed it out quite extensively.) his king-sized bed is off to one side, parallel with the windows. there is makeshift furniture throughout the space; a few chairs, tables, and crude drawers. a few easels of varying sizes line the windows, and there is simply an incredible amount of artwork strewn about. ] Enough with the shouting, sweetheart. [ he accompanies the chastisement with a curling grin. ]
She grins up at him, giving the bottle in her hand a little shake before slipping past him into the room. She pauses to take it in. She's been into a few artist's lofts and this certainly resembles just that.]
I got clothes all over and you got...paintings. [She continues forward, setting the bottle on a nearby table as she continues toward one of the paintings. The bottle tips right off and starts rolling toward the edge, something that passes her notice.]
[ he'll just catch that bottle with ease and set it right as she takes it all in. he could see how it'd all be rather impressive; it's not the first time someone has appreciated his work. (many of his pieces are in museums throughout the world, unbeknownst to art scholars.)
he reaches to grab two hollowed-out apo bols to pour drinks for the both of them and then walks over to join her.
he'd slaughtered quite the large urlulu for this canvas. it has more extensive dimensions than any of the others. since he received a collection of his paints and brushes he's had the opportunity to work with better range and one medium. this was his first foray: the new sea outside his window.
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So. Hiii. Hello. This is Kenzi...wait. You prob know that. Like, duh you do.
[A pause.] Let me just...try that again. [This isn't a recording Kenzi, it's live.
There's a few muttered curses in a mixture of English and Russian.]
I...
I forgot why I was even calling.
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[ ftr so far he is enjoying a drunk kenzi. listening to her slur and curse after he picked up in the middle of painting is quite entertaining. he's smiling to himself as he brings his brush back to the canvas. ]
Hello, Kenzi.
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Hello, hi.
[A pause.] No that wasn't it. But I really don't remember why now.
Anyway! What're you doing?
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Well, I'm painting. What are you up to?
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Talking to you and forgetting why I even called in the first place. That's what.
So what're you painting?
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also he hopes she does like artists considering she's sleeping with one. ] You've neglected to mention that fact. [ his voice lowers just a touch: ] Have I ever told you I enjoy adorable, Russian spitfires? [ so charming. he steps back to scrutinize his work. ]
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Good, because I'm totes that.
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this guy ]
And confident to boot.
How much have you had to drink?
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You've seen me, how could I not be?
IIIIIII...didn't keep track.
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[ he's stepped fully away from his canvas now.he'll just tack on at the end of that: ] You probably should keep track.
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Never been good at keeping track. [Once she's done giggling like an idiot.]
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but it's kenzi, so he simply smiles ]
Clearly.
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So when do I get to see the new painting?
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A pretty painting would liven up my place. [As if clothes everywhere isn't lively enough.] So where are you?
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[She has to take a moment to struggle with putting on boots before giving up and just going barefoot. She's done that long enough around here that her feet are used to the rocks. Due to both factors combine with her drunken state it does take her a little bit to reach his hut.]
Klaaa-uuuusss!
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he leaves ample room for her to enter the large room. (he's hollowed it out quite extensively.) his king-sized bed is off to one side, parallel with the windows. there is makeshift furniture throughout the space; a few chairs, tables, and crude drawers. a few easels of varying sizes line the windows, and there is simply an incredible amount of artwork strewn about. ] Enough with the shouting, sweetheart. [ he accompanies the chastisement with a curling grin. ]
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She grins up at him, giving the bottle in her hand a little shake before slipping past him into the room. She pauses to take it in. She's been into a few artist's lofts and this certainly resembles just that.]
I got clothes all over and you got...paintings. [She continues forward, setting the bottle on a nearby table as she continues toward one of the paintings. The bottle tips right off and starts rolling toward the edge, something that passes her notice.]
Daaamn.
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he reaches to grab two hollowed-out apo bols to pour drinks for the both of them and then walks over to join her.
he'd slaughtered quite the large urlulu for this canvas. it has more extensive dimensions than any of the others. since he received a collection of his paints and brushes he's had the opportunity to work with better range and one medium. this was his first foray: the new sea outside his window.
he offers her the makeshift cup. ] You like?
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She takes the apo bol cup but doesn't drink from it just yet. Might as well let Klaus catch up to her a bit.]
Nice of the Twelve to give you stuff you'll use. [She's still bitter about getting a bunch of Bo's thongs.]
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