Except there's one problem with being high as fuck: sometimes your mouth moves a bit more quickly than your brain. Klaus registers it's teenager him, even vaguely remembers doing this many a times himself, but what he fails to remember during the worry of being caught intoxicated is this version knows nothing, Jon Snow.

"Yeah, hey to you, too. Eh, I was just telling Ben how much of an asshole he is," a beat, then he even adds, "Again," and follows it with a laugh before he realizes moments too late-- oh no, he's made a terrible mistake.

He raises both hands, cups them firmly around his mouth. "Jumping Jesus on a goddamn pogo-stick." Too bad it does nothing to muffle the devastation in his tone, though. "N-No one you know, of course! Someone you'll meet when you're older." Shit, that doesn't help. "'Eyyy, don't worry about it," attempts the taller of them, shifting to grab for his own dominoes in hopes it'll be enough of a distraction (it probably won't be).