That easy-breezy, floaty feeling is the best part and Klaus tilts his head back and groans softly as he can feel it sinking in slowly. Bonus: The spirits aren't drowning him any more. They aren't gone completely yet, but what is usually an impossible-to-ignore din is dulled to the quiet chatter of a coffee shop scene in a film. There, but not loud, not the primary focus.
At that comment, he can't help but jerk his head back up to look at her. "Shouldn't you already have known that? I mean-- it's not like people knew the real us in the Academy days." He pauses and tilts his head. "I guess we didn't know the real us then, either... just little carbon copy soldiers for Dad." His lip curls up in disgust at the thought of it. He really hated it here so much-- they all did, in their own ways.
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At that comment, he can't help but jerk his head back up to look at her. "Shouldn't you already have known that? I mean-- it's not like people knew the real us in the Academy days." He pauses and tilts his head. "I guess we didn't know the real us then, either... just little carbon copy soldiers for Dad." His lip curls up in disgust at the thought of it. He really hated it here so much-- they all did, in their own ways.