[ well, he is agitated. being hung up on and left to stand and wait like a common imbecile doesn't help, but he accepts it. he trusts that she is coming; that she will be here shortly. he spends the time taking a closer look at his surroundings: at the immaculate garden and the face of the mansion, all the while making certain he's in plain sight.
klaus senses her before he sees her, his head turning towards the sound of her footfalls. what alleviation and alarm both is there, obvious in how his eyes round just so; he exhales at her approach. he knows what wonderland is - he's already skimmed enough on the network to know that is where he apparently is. (or what this place is called, anyhow.)
also no. it's not. you can tell by how he exhales at her humor and sets his jaw. ]
Barely. I don't believe I'm agreeing with it.
[ she might notice the gaping, bloodied hole in his shirt right over his heart~ ]
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klaus senses her before he sees her, his head turning towards the sound of her footfalls. what alleviation and alarm both is there, obvious in how his eyes round just so; he exhales at her approach. he knows what wonderland is - he's already skimmed enough on the network to know that is where he apparently is. (or what this place is called, anyhow.)
also no. it's not. you can tell by how he exhales at her humor and sets his jaw. ]
Barely. I don't believe I'm agreeing with it.
[ she might notice the gaping, bloodied hole in his shirt right over his heart~ ]