[ klaus can't remember the last time he's been to any sort of easter celebration, particularly one so theoretically quaint, and to be entirely honest he'd already slid a full bottle of alcohol in the deep pockets of his coat before he even notices the theme for the day.
he's skirting the edges of the festivities now with his booty to avoid linda's judging, eagle eyes and observing the whole thing with the sort of distant bemusement only someone taking shots of vodka straight from the bottle at 10 am can, and it takes him a moment to realize that simon is speaking to him.
at which point he stares vaguely at simon's wings for all of about three seconds, tilts his head to see if anyone else in the vicinity has reacted at all to simon's request, shrugs and sways closer to peer up into the branches as well. ]
What sorts of things do they usually stuff inside these little suckers then?
[ and more importantly, are they easily pawnable. ]
a hopping good time
he's skirting the edges of the festivities now with his booty to avoid linda's judging, eagle eyes and observing the whole thing with the sort of distant bemusement only someone taking shots of vodka straight from the bottle at 10 am can, and it takes him a moment to realize that simon is speaking to him.
at which point he stares vaguely at simon's wings for all of about three seconds, tilts his head to see if anyone else in the vicinity has reacted at all to simon's request, shrugs and sways closer to peer up into the branches as well. ]
What sorts of things do they usually stuff inside these little suckers then?
[ and more importantly, are they easily pawnable. ]