If she's assuming he's already taken something, Vanya is exactly correctamundo, amiga. Klaus really stays some level of buzzed or fuzzy-headed any more. Ever since he'd realized that he could get away from the ghosts, it was like magic, only made better by how genuinely good that feeling became to him. Fuzzy and numb and like he couldn't be in a bad mood if he tried. It's perfect. Beautiful. It's--
He jumps at the sudden, sharp snap! of the books in Vanya's hand clapping down into the box she was standing in front of. Then she's flitting around the room, grabbing things and putting them into folders, snapping words at him.
He glances around and actually takes in the look of the room this time. "Oh-- Dad was serious about that?" As if Reginald Hargreeves had ever told a joke in his life. He'd heard Dad throw something about a musical prison-- sorry, boarding school at dinner one night a handful of weeks ago, but he thought it was more like the way parents in movies threatened bootcamp at their kids. Just an empty threat to set their kids on the path they wanted them to follow. But apparently this was nothing like that at all.
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He jumps at the sudden, sharp snap! of the books in Vanya's hand clapping down into the box she was standing in front of. Then she's flitting around the room, grabbing things and putting them into folders, snapping words at him.
He glances around and actually takes in the look of the room this time. "Oh-- Dad was serious about that?" As if Reginald Hargreeves had ever told a joke in his life. He'd heard Dad throw something about a musical prison-- sorry, boarding school at dinner one night a handful of weeks ago, but he thought it was more like the way parents in movies threatened bootcamp at their kids. Just an empty threat to set their kids on the path they wanted them to follow. But apparently this was nothing like that at all.