[even if he were to go to the cops, they wouldn't believe him at all, so what point would he have running off to talk some officer's ear off about the guy he saw setting shit on fire? yeah, that'd make him look real sane, for sure.
billy doesn't need to tell him twice to stand back. klaus shuffles back a little further, stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and focuses on the smoldering barrel, intent on seeing what else billy's got in store with this pyrokinesis of his. in the back of his mind, there's the slightest tingle of a thought: could he be one of the kids that escaped reginald's ever watchful eye? a long-shot, perhaps, but not impossible and he almost thinks to ask out loud, right up 'til the point the flames begin growing larger in the trashcan.
he watches in amazement, pupils entirely blown-out, heart hammering away against his ribs with excitement at the beautiful display. klaus has set his own share of fires when younger, marveled at the captivating glow, the slow burn of embers that are left behind-- but this? this is something else altogether. it grows and grows, singes the side of a building, it's so hot. there's even a moment where he's worried the brick will catch fire—
then it dies down again, but that doesn't lessen his blatant giddiness or the sparkle in his eyes.] That? Was fucking ah-maaaazing, holy shit.
[billy turns on him and the taller male stiffens, blinks then tips his head with consideration. is he supposed to feel threatened? to be fair, he's more than sure billy could take him down in a fight, no problem, although he likes to avoid conflict as much as possible nowadays.] Something tells me they wouldn't believe me anyway? But hey, you showed me yours, so I'll show you mine.
[doing so while he's intoxicated is going to be harder than usual, but here goes nothing. klaus glances around, locates the nearest (and smallest) things within the alley – which happen to be a few smooth stones – then focuses what little bit of energy he can muster into moving them. they tremble on the ground first, a fumble in his concentration, yet once he levels out, lets his thoughts become clearer, they ever so slowly begin lifting up.
he holds them there a minute, the edges of his lips curving before he flicks his fingers and twists his wrist, makes the trio of rocks float up and stack one on top of the other in his palm.]
Ta-daaa! [followed by a high-pitched giggle.] See? You aren't the only freak around these parts. [his hand overturns, deposits the pebbles onto the ground once more, his thumb sticking up as he aims the forefinger at billy and clicks his tongue.] And that's not even the weirdest thing I can do.
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billy doesn't need to tell him twice to stand back. klaus shuffles back a little further, stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and focuses on the smoldering barrel, intent on seeing what else billy's got in store with this pyrokinesis of his. in the back of his mind, there's the slightest tingle of a thought: could he be one of the kids that escaped reginald's ever watchful eye? a long-shot, perhaps, but not impossible and he almost thinks to ask out loud, right up 'til the point the flames begin growing larger in the trashcan.
he watches in amazement, pupils entirely blown-out, heart hammering away against his ribs with excitement at the beautiful display. klaus has set his own share of fires when younger, marveled at the captivating glow, the slow burn of embers that are left behind-- but this? this is something else altogether. it grows and grows, singes the side of a building, it's so hot. there's even a moment where he's worried the brick will catch fire—
then it dies down again, but that doesn't lessen his blatant giddiness or the sparkle in his eyes.] That? Was fucking ah-maaaazing, holy shit.
[billy turns on him and the taller male stiffens, blinks then tips his head with consideration. is he supposed to feel threatened? to be fair, he's more than sure billy could take him down in a fight, no problem, although he likes to avoid conflict as much as possible nowadays.] Something tells me they wouldn't believe me anyway? But hey, you showed me yours, so I'll show you mine.
[doing so while he's intoxicated is going to be harder than usual, but here goes nothing. klaus glances around, locates the nearest (and smallest) things within the alley – which happen to be a few smooth stones – then focuses what little bit of energy he can muster into moving them. they tremble on the ground first, a fumble in his concentration, yet once he levels out, lets his thoughts become clearer, they ever so slowly begin lifting up.
he holds them there a minute, the edges of his lips curving before he flicks his fingers and twists his wrist, makes the trio of rocks float up and stack one on top of the other in his palm.]
Ta-daaa! [followed by a high-pitched giggle.] See? You aren't the only freak around these parts. [his hand overturns, deposits the pebbles onto the ground once more, his thumb sticking up as he aims the forefinger at billy and clicks his tongue.] And that's not even the weirdest thing I can do.