INTRO

[precede]

Who: Klaus and YOU
What: a hybrid walks into a castle...
When: June 14
Where: anywhere
Rating: PG for now, permission post here


[ Klaus had his priorities, something along the lines of: coffins, Stefan, make hybrids. Somewhere between those things-to-do he also planned to pick out a nice house for his dearest family to live in, lined with the best oak and a chandelier made of Bohemian crystal, each room furnished the way he thought his siblings would like them. He kept a detailed shopping list somewhere.

Of course, the point of owning property would be to stay (the point would be to have company to share it with) and as of this moment, he was just itching to leave and maim something on his way out, preferably both and preferably now.

He sauntered about the place to look for better playthings, meeting people's eyes and smiling when it occurs to him, and bumping past people because he just doesn't give a shit. ]

Comments

[precede]

Everyone's a fighter. Some just aren't very good at it.

And, that's why we're about to have a drink now.

[catsong]

Most people are... and others are sanga.

[When the reach the kitchen, Konoe peeks inside.]

I don't think I'm the kind to drink, though.

[precede]

[ He just walks past him, not caring if he bumped into him (again) or not, and looks for the alcohol. ]

Again, everyone's the type to drink only you probably don't know it yet.

[catsong]

[He's at least more prepared this time.]

No thanks.

[There might be beer in the fridge.]

[precede]

[ He rummages through the cabinet, letting the half-opened cereal boxes tumble to the floor because he can't be bothered to give a damn. Then--ahh, cold beer. He takes on for himself and throws one over at the ribika. ]

Catch!

[catsong]

[Holy crap!

...thankfully, he's got those cat reflexes and catches the can easily.]

Ah...?

[precede]

[ He twists open his beer and takes a gulp, gesturing at the one in the ribika's hand. ]

Drink up.

[catsong]

[It takes him a moment to figure out how to open it - and then the scent makes the catboy frown.]

It smells rather odd.

[precede]

Not your usual catnip?

[ Totally grinning at his own joke. ]

[catsong]

[He shudders at that, face taking on a very, very pink tone. he hated catnip.]

...n-not really.

[precede]

[ He takes another swig of his beer and hops on to sit on the kitchen counter. ]

What do ribikas drink?

[catsong]

Water, mostly. We don't really have much else.

[Starvation was a bitch.]

I think some drink fermented fruit juice.

[precede]

[ He shrugs. ]

I guess that's healthy. And this is fermented--plant juice.

[catsong]

[He's also a bit awkward when drinking the... fermented plant juice, because he's used to lapping up water.]

[precede]

[ He watches him for a moment before bursting into laughter. ]

[catsong]

[He spits beer at that, fur standing on edge.]

W-what?

[precede]

You drink beer like it's medicine!

[catsong]

...w-well, it rather tastes like medicine.

[precede]

It does. [ Anything that isn't blood does. ] You get used to it, and then you'll start to like it.

[catsong]

I-I think I'll pass. But thank you.

[Konoe puts the can on the table.]