Of course you're upset about the lack of old ass wine Does it really taste better when it's older
[ Tim's not really a connoisseur of anything, except maybe fantasy novels. Then again, he doesn't really discriminate on those either, provided they're engaging enough to catch his attention. Alcohol is alcohol is alcohol; he'd drink isopropanol if someone put it in front of him in a shot glass. It's not about enjoying the taste, it's about getting drunk as hell as quickly as possible. ]
It does. But, it isn't simply about being 'old ass.' Region matters, as well as the amount of sunlight involved. And of course, grapes used.
( He leaves his front door ajar, setting down the bottle he'd purchased for him and Timothy. He divests himself of his jacket but not his leather gloves. No, tonight is not about the empathy bond. It's still not something he seeks out. That kind of bond. )
[ This as he's sourcing a quick route to Klaus' address. He misses being able to drive, because driving always distracts him enough that he doesn't have to think; going places by foot and on public transport leaves him with a lot of shit rattling around in his brain that he can't just put aside to fish through the highway code or something. Other than a couple sporadic dinners with Rachel, he's never actually been invited to anyone's house for anything, and hanging out with Rachel at her house only got halfway close to bearable after she left her husband. He can't work out what game Klaus is playing here, and 'game' is a negative way to put it, he knows, but he can't think of any other. It feels like a game. Maybe he just wants a friend. Tim finds himself worrying a little about that, because he's never been much of a good friend to anyone as far as he's aware, although maybe that's not the kind of thing you can judge for yourself.
Anyway. It takes less time than he expected to find his way to his destination, and pretty soon he's standing at the door, some of that southern boy politeness rearing its head and preventing him from just walking into someone else's home without knocking. So he knocks, on the doorjamb so he doesn't accidentally send the door swinging open. ]
Of course, none of those parameters mean much on a ravaged planet such as this.
( Klaus does not reply to that as this is clearly the end to this conversation.
He pulls out two pans they can use. His style here is more minimalist than anything due to Kol and he not going furniture shopping before Kol disappeared. But, he'd taken certain afternoons to slowly furnish so it at least looks like he lives there. it's not to his aesthetic but there are certain touches. A sconce here - that doesn't of course work, it's more for decoration. And something he electronically 'painted' on his wall above the dining room table. Blues and greens with hints of red underneath. Abstract in design.
He doesn't turn yet, but then he hears the polite knock. Klaus joins him at the door that's ajar and opens it wider, inviting him inside. )
I see you found my brother's apartment all right. Formerly. ( He can't remember if he'd mentioned to Tim that his brother had left only the month before. But now is as good a time as any. ) Come in, come in. I'd say make yourself at home, but it hardly resembles anything homely - perhaps to any of us. It does lack our creature comforts.
( He retrieves a wine glass he'd filled to hand it to Tim - attempting a swap of sorts. Tim's bags for this glass of wine. )
[ Now he's actually here, Tim's starting to feel a little nervous, but only because โ and this is a new feeling altogether โ he wants Klaus to enjoy this. The whole reason he sent him that message in the first place is because he just had fucking brain surgery, so Tim figures if he wants to be anything other than a nuisance at best and needlessly cruel at worst, he's going to have to deploy some tact. Maybe think about shit before he just says it.
Anyway. He's down groceries and up wine. He shuts the door behind him and trails in after Klaus, trying to look around enough that demonstrates interest but not too much, which feels to him like it's nosy. ]
Your brother's place? [ For some reason, he gives his wine a sniff first, as if he's going to be able to catch notes of anything other than grape. It just smells like wine. He has a sip. Tastes like it too. ] Where'd he go?
( Klaus takes the groceries in hand, bringing them to the kitchen. He begins to empty the provided provisions. )
Well, your guess is as good as mine. From what I'm told, back from whence he came.
( He lights the electric stove, heating one pan first, before undoing the top of the bag holding the shrimp. )
If you're worried it's a sore subject, I hear it just "happens." I myself am taking my second trip through this future and I don't remember my first trip round this sun.
( He pauses, noting that the shrimp are deveined. Not this choice, but easier and it means the heat under the pan won't need to be shut off. )
Not that I have plans any time soon to up and dessert my daughter. Kol always did have a knack for the dramatic exit. Even here. How's the wine?
( Mediocre, he guesses. Tim doesn't much like wine. But, he asks, anyway. )
[ He should probably take off his jacket or something, but he's caught for a minute watching Klaus's back, the angles of him as he bends his head. Klaus asked him a question and for a little while he really can't remember what it was; it takes another sip of wine for his memory to jog. ]
Winey, [ he says, simply. He's gonna drink it. ] You need a hand? I can handle a knife without bein' a danger to myself or others.
Sure. [ Tim puts down his glass on the counter, and shrugs off his coat, leaving it on the table for now, and then goes to wash his hands. He doesn't say anything for a little while as he's starting to chop their vegetables, focusing on his hands so he isn't caught up staring anywhere else. ]
Is your brother just gone, the way people just go around here? [ Tim asks lightly. ] 'Cause if he just ran off or somethin' I could give you a hand. It was my job back home, findin' people.
( As Tim washes his hands, Klaus arranges the shrimp in a low roasting pan, strictly to season evenly. He goes about his task. )
Truthfully, we don't know. We think, like others, he is - when we think he's from, back in New Orleans. But, if the truth is more sinister... ( He sets the spices aside again, lifting the pan and shaking it slightly. It probably looks silly. But, it's a technique. ) I believe he took our father's name again, Mikaelson. And he was last seen in New Beijing at dinner with his family. I suppose he could still be there. He has a tendency to up and desert his family from time to time. He had't... experienced as much as Hope and I have, enough that I believe he would make a different choice.
[ Tim frowns as he takes that all in, although it's mostly because he's concentrating on an even chop. ] Law of large numbers says he's probably gone back where y'all came from, [ he says evenly. ] But y'know, I'm kinda curious about that whole thing. Goin' back. Like, what makes it happen? Who's makin' that call?
( He sets down the roasting pan and tilts his head, turning the flame down under the pan. He holds a hand over the top, feeling the heat.
Kol was playing by someone's rules (Cassius') so he'd accomplished something. He wasn't sitting back and not fulfilling his directive. By that standard, Klaus had turned him down. )
Could it be the magic sustaining his presence had ceased. Or, would we all be returned. ( He doesn't know. He takes a sip from his wine, though, watching Tim chop. He is precise. )
[ Tim's loosely aware that Klaus is watching him, but it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling, which he's happy to take in. ] I can't believe you just said magic like that, [ he says around a little smile. ]
(made me? He stops, because he hasn't divulged this to Tim and apparently, he feels comfortable enough with him to simply speak of it off the cuff like so. He pauses, considering what he'll say. It's possible Tim might beat him to a response. Because he is in fact caught and it's not an easy sentence to talk his way out of. )
[ Tim waits, because it sounded like Klaus was going to finish that with something, but maybe not. He looks up from the counter, eyebrows lifted expectantly. ] About...? [ he prompts, gently. ]
( He stands, his glass in hand. He sips, looking at Tim over the rim. He sets his glass down and taps the stove one more time to turn the flame another setting lower to simmer. )
[ He's never going to get over 'Timothy', probably; nobody calls him that, not even his mom, not even his dad when he was alive. The only time he's ever been called it that he can remember is when someone was pinning a medal on his lapel.
And now Klaus.
Tim feels a little like he's being given a pop quiz, and he straightens up too, splaying one hand out on the counter with the heel of his hand pushing down a little so he can lean. ]
I can do that thing where you pretend like you pulled a coin outta somebody's ear.
( He smiles at that, tapping the oven again, turning the flame up and holding his hand over to feel the temperature. )
And if I said, I was magic?
( That's said into his wine glass. It's a half-truth. He was made by magic. Born a werewolf but he and his siblings were made into something greater. )
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Date: 2020-01-28 05:48 am (UTC)I'm not the type to appreciate it though
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Date: 2020-01-30 06:01 am (UTC)Does it really taste better when it's older
[ Tim's not really a connoisseur of anything, except maybe fantasy novels. Then again, he doesn't really discriminate on those either, provided they're engaging enough to catch his attention. Alcohol is alcohol is alcohol; he'd drink isopropanol if someone put it in front of him in a shot glass. It's not about enjoying the taste, it's about getting drunk as hell as quickly as possible. ]
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Date: 2020-01-30 06:08 am (UTC)( He leaves his front door ajar, setting down the bottle he'd purchased for him and Timothy. He divests himself of his jacket but not his leather gloves. No, tonight is not about the empathy bond. It's still not something he seeks out. That kind of bond. )
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Date: 2020-01-30 06:17 am (UTC)[ Can you hear the doubt, Klaus. ]
See you in a bit
[ This as he's sourcing a quick route to Klaus' address. He misses being able to drive, because driving always distracts him enough that he doesn't have to think; going places by foot and on public transport leaves him with a lot of shit rattling around in his brain that he can't just put aside to fish through the highway code or something. Other than a couple sporadic dinners with Rachel, he's never actually been invited to anyone's house for anything, and hanging out with Rachel at her house only got halfway close to bearable after she left her husband. He can't work out what game Klaus is playing here, and 'game' is a negative way to put it, he knows, but he can't think of any other. It feels like a game. Maybe he just wants a friend. Tim finds himself worrying a little about that, because he's never been much of a good friend to anyone as far as he's aware, although maybe that's not the kind of thing you can judge for yourself.
Anyway. It takes less time than he expected to find his way to his destination, and pretty soon he's standing at the door, some of that southern boy politeness rearing its head and preventing him from just walking into someone else's home without knocking. So he knocks, on the doorjamb so he doesn't accidentally send the door swinging open. ]
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Date: 2020-01-30 06:34 am (UTC)( Klaus does not reply to that as this is clearly the end to this conversation.
He pulls out two pans they can use. His style here is more minimalist than anything due to Kol and he not going furniture shopping before Kol disappeared. But, he'd taken certain afternoons to slowly furnish so it at least looks like he lives there. it's not to his aesthetic but there are certain touches. A sconce here - that doesn't of course work, it's more for decoration. And something he electronically 'painted' on his wall above the dining room table. Blues and greens with hints of red underneath. Abstract in design.
He doesn't turn yet, but then he hears the polite knock. Klaus joins him at the door that's ajar and opens it wider, inviting him inside. )
I see you found my brother's apartment all right. Formerly. ( He can't remember if he'd mentioned to Tim that his brother had left only the month before. But now is as good a time as any. ) Come in, come in. I'd say make yourself at home, but it hardly resembles anything homely - perhaps to any of us. It does lack our creature comforts.
( He retrieves a wine glass he'd filled to hand it to Tim - attempting a swap of sorts. Tim's bags for this glass of wine. )
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Date: 2020-01-31 05:13 am (UTC)Anyway. He's down groceries and up wine. He shuts the door behind him and trails in after Klaus, trying to look around enough that demonstrates interest but not too much, which feels to him like it's nosy. ]
Your brother's place? [ For some reason, he gives his wine a sniff first, as if he's going to be able to catch notes of anything other than grape. It just smells like wine. He has a sip. Tastes like it too. ] Where'd he go?
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Date: 2020-01-31 05:21 am (UTC)Well, your guess is as good as mine. From what I'm told, back from whence he came.
( He lights the electric stove, heating one pan first, before undoing the top of the bag holding the shrimp. )
If you're worried it's a sore subject, I hear it just "happens." I myself am taking my second trip through this future and I don't remember my first trip round this sun.
( He pauses, noting that the shrimp are deveined. Not this choice, but easier and it means the heat under the pan won't need to be shut off. )
Not that I have plans any time soon to up and dessert my daughter. Kol always did have a knack for the dramatic exit. Even here. How's the wine?
( Mediocre, he guesses. Tim doesn't much like wine. But, he asks, anyway. )
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Date: 2020-02-01 08:23 pm (UTC)Winey, [ he says, simply. He's gonna drink it. ] You need a hand? I can handle a knife without bein' a danger to myself or others.
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Date: 2020-02-01 08:33 pm (UTC)Please.
( He pulls out a cutting board and then sets one of the knives from the block ontop of it. )
Would you like to chop the vegetables, Timothy?
( There's enough room in his kitchen that Klaus can sauteรฉ the shrimp and Tim can get to work on the vegetables. )
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Date: 2020-02-02 04:10 am (UTC)Is your brother just gone, the way people just go around here? [ Tim asks lightly. ] 'Cause if he just ran off or somethin' I could give you a hand. It was my job back home, findin' people.
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Date: 2020-02-02 04:30 am (UTC)Truthfully, we don't know. We think, like others, he is - when we think he's from, back in New Orleans. But, if the truth is more sinister... ( He sets the spices aside again, lifting the pan and shaking it slightly. It probably looks silly. But, it's a technique. ) I believe he took our father's name again, Mikaelson. And he was last seen in New Beijing at dinner with his family. I suppose he could still be there. He has a tendency to up and desert his family from time to time. He had't... experienced as much as Hope and I have, enough that I believe he would make a different choice.
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Date: 2020-02-05 05:58 am (UTC)( He sets down the roasting pan and tilts his head, turning the flame down under the pan. He holds a hand over the top, feeling the heat.
Kol was playing by someone's rules (Cassius') so he'd accomplished something. He wasn't sitting back and not fulfilling his directive. By that standard, Klaus had turned him down. )
Could it be the magic sustaining his presence had ceased. Or, would we all be returned. ( He doesn't know. He takes a sip from his wine, though, watching Tim chop. He is precise. )
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:11 am (UTC)( made me? He stops, because he hasn't divulged this to Tim and apparently, he feels comfortable enough with him to simply speak of it off the cuff like so. He pauses, considering what he'll say. It's possible Tim might beat him to a response. Because he is in fact caught and it's not an easy sentence to talk his way out of. )
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:20 am (UTC)What do you know of magic, Timothy?
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:28 am (UTC)And now Klaus.
Tim feels a little like he's being given a pop quiz, and he straightens up too, splaying one hand out on the counter with the heel of his hand pushing down a little so he can lean. ]
I can do that thing where you pretend like you pulled a coin outta somebody's ear.
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:31 am (UTC)And if I said, I was magic?
( That's said into his wine glass. It's a half-truth. He was made by magic. Born a werewolf but he and his siblings were made into something greater. )
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