( klaus knows the moment leopold is here, and the moment he nears. he senses that approach, no doubt on heels of hesitation and desired reconciliation. klaus puts down his glass and doesn't bother to glance over as leo sits and orders his drink. only after he says, ) If you're here to cast out more judgements or declare for your naive condescensions, I'm in no mood. ( he reaches to grab the near-emptied bottle to top of his glass, the balefulness in his gaze directed towards fitz as he does so.
a slurred, scathing greeting he would not require this curse of honesty to communicate tbh. )
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a slurred, scathing greeting he would not require this curse of honesty to communicate tbh. )