Really, Klaus had been alerted due to Diego's being intentionally and pointedly quiet instead of his usual kind, it made him suspicious. But because Klaus knew that he was the opposite of subtle and quiet, especially when he was trying, he'd waited until he heard the front door before skidding down the stairs himself to see what was going on.
It took him a moment to recognize her, but he made a badly-stifled squeak of glee when he did, because she was the one who hadn't been put off by his demanding text, and had ended up teasing him back, which was always a plus as far as he was concerned, and by the time the two of them were coming back up the stairs he pushed the door open, just lounging against the doorframe with one shoulder, contentedly munching a bag of snack mix
"Sooo, when's the wedding? Are we thinking spring fling? Fall formal? Ooh!" A gleeful clap, somehow managing not to scatter his snacks everywhere, "I know, Winter wonderland!" He shook his head, "Don't tell me summer, no one gets married in summer because it's a horrible season and summer marriages do not last." Did he have any idea if that part was true? Absolutely not, but that wasn't going to stop him, tucking his bag of snacks into the crook of his arm so that he could close one eye and frame them both with his hands as if setting up a picture, "And color scheme, we'll have to find something that works with both of your complexions."
He nodded, stuffing more snack mix into his mouth apparently in an attempt to keep himself from talking, and one that didn't work in the least, as he continued with: "And guest list! Who's invited, who's getting the patented Hargreeves Family Nonvitation, and seating charts! Oh my god seating charts."
A grin followed, turning more fully to Lara, "But seriously, thank you for making sure he has backup while he's doing something dumb, we all appreciate it."
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Really, Klaus had been alerted due to Diego's being intentionally and pointedly quiet instead of his usual kind, it made him suspicious. But because Klaus knew that he was the opposite of subtle and quiet, especially when he was trying, he'd waited until he heard the front door before skidding down the stairs himself to see what was going on.
It took him a moment to recognize her, but he made a badly-stifled squeak of glee when he did, because she was the one who hadn't been put off by his demanding text, and had ended up teasing him back, which was always a plus as far as he was concerned, and by the time the two of them were coming back up the stairs he pushed the door open, just lounging against the doorframe with one shoulder, contentedly munching a bag of snack mix
"Sooo, when's the wedding? Are we thinking spring fling? Fall formal? Ooh!" A gleeful clap, somehow managing not to scatter his snacks everywhere, "I know, Winter wonderland!" He shook his head, "Don't tell me summer, no one gets married in summer because it's a horrible season and summer marriages do not last." Did he have any idea if that part was true? Absolutely not, but that wasn't going to stop him, tucking his bag of snacks into the crook of his arm so that he could close one eye and frame them both with his hands as if setting up a picture, "And color scheme, we'll have to find something that works with both of your complexions."
He nodded, stuffing more snack mix into his mouth apparently in an attempt to keep himself from talking, and one that didn't work in the least, as he continued with: "And guest list! Who's invited, who's getting the patented Hargreeves Family Nonvitation, and seating charts! Oh my god seating charts."
A grin followed, turning more fully to Lara, "But seriously, thank you for making sure he has backup while he's doing something dumb, we all appreciate it."