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Okay, it's really unfair that everyone else looks way more adorable than I do.

[He grins, raises an eyebrow at Alfred. Look, the moon has got him feeling especially ... feisty, all right?]

Right, so definitely not in a gay way. Check.

[Klaus holds the door open for the other man.]

Yeah, right, dude! I went and visited my ole buddy, Kiku, in Japan once! Actually, several times, and so many folks are pretty obsessed with this kinda thing. Don't worry, it's all super cute! It just kinda startled me at first.. I thought I was seriously going to die.

_{[ Somehow fox ears = death?? ]}

Anyway. I'm glad you're okay and your'e in the same weird position as I am! So what are we supposed to do.. just wait it out?

_{[ America really doesn't recognize just how good he smells right now. Also, as he is speaking, he's wandering to find Klaus' kitchen.. to raid it, of course. ]}

[Unfortunately for Alfred, Klaus is definitely aware of just how good the other man smells -- he actually turns on his heel to follow close behind him into the kitchen, hooking his arm around the other man's shoulder so that he can urge him down the hall (and away from his siblings' rooms).

He grins.]

Mm. Waiting it out's an option, or we could find something fun to do in the meantime...

[Is that tail of his twitching side-to-side behind him, brushing over Alfred's back? Surely that's purely accidental.]

Hahaha! Okay! I mean, I guess doing something fun is also.. waiting it out? Kinda like a distraction. Do you have Call of Duty here or something? I think it would be really fun to shoot some things for no reason!! But also..

_{[ He swings open the fridge, not seeming to mind the arm around him or the tail brushing against him. ]}

What's good to eat at your place? Do you cook? How well do you cook? Cook me something!
_{[ Holy shit. ]}

I almost lit the house on fire trying to make macaroni, once.

[Klaus shakes his head, leaning his chin onto the other man's shoulder while he glances into the fridge.]

Trust me, you don't want me to cook. We could order something. I think I ate most of what was in the fridge, now that you mention it.

[Yep, just casually making full body contact with Alfred. It's not weird.]

_{[ It's fine, though it's not really something he's used to. He finds it nice.. in a bro-like kind of way, yeah sure. ]}

Yeah? I bet it's yummy anyway! The guy who raised me couldn't cook for shit, hahaha. So I guess I'm used to eating gross food.

_{[ He shuts the door.. with a bit too much strength. Fortunately, the whole fridge just teeters slightly and nothing is damaged. ]}

Works for me, pal! Do you know if they have Uber Eats here? You seem to know a lot about what's going on!

Well, I have a lot of talkative assholes to deal with.

[He's definitely talking about ghosts, and he is definitely not bringing that up to Alfred. He does look like he's glaring into a corner at nothing in particular for a moment, though.

Since Alfred's not pushing him off, Klaus will continue casually draping himself over the other man.]

And yeah, mom wasn't thrilled about it. I usually just date chefs. Much easier that way.

[He's ... just going to pretend that Alfred didn't just powerslam his fridge door.]

What're you craving?

[Since he's clearly the one having the mini-crisis, here.]

_{[ It's a good thing that Klaus doesn't mention ghosts, because that is absolutely his number one fear. He's pretty brave otherwise, but anything pertaining to ghosts really freak him out. ]}

More like.. what am I not craving!
Pizza, McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, Denny's, Hooter's, Buffalo Wild Wings, Dunkin' Donuts, Baskin Robbins, Sonic, Chik-fil-a..

Can we order all of that?

I've got my doubts that even a corporation like McDonald's has gotten its claws into inter-planetary restaurants, but ... I think I've got what you're saying.

[He slides a hand down into his pocket and grabs his phone, hopping up onto the island in the middle of the kitchen to dial while he kicks his feet out absently, ears twitching again.

Eventually, he finds some sort of order-in application to get them some greasy fast food.]

You're paying, right?

What makes you think I have money? Hahahaha.
_{[ Look how innocent. ]}

Oh, I just assumed that you'd be making a ton of chroma with how handsome and charming you are.

[Flattery will get you everywhere, right? Klaus flashes a vaguely predatory grin at the other man.]

_{[ OOF. Wait a moment, red alert!!
He's very much accustomed to being possibly The Worst in the group-- generally outspoken and completely dominating of the conversation with his nonsense. He's a bit too much of an airhead to appear charming to anyone, but maybe it was just a nation thing. He really never knew what to do when humans hit on him, and in his 200 plus years in existence, it did happen a lot, even if the rest of the nations found him intolerable most of the time.

Though, he projects to be confident and independent even though he typically has no idea what he's doing, so he just continues to fake it until he makes it.. which could certainly go places if Klaus plays his cards right.

There's an awkward exchange of silence, but Klaus will see that he looks stunned for a second. ]}

Uh..

Hahaha! I mean, fuck yeah, I guess I just haven't gotten around to it? Lmao, oops.
_{[ He really did just verbally say lmao. ]}

You certainly are a smart guy though!! Take that as a compliment.. I never call people smart!

[See, Klaus has a feeling that a lot of what Alfred does is put on airs. He's dated plenty of that kind of guy, if he's honest.

He just laughs, rubs the back of his neck.]

You know, that's fair. I felt like I needed to sleep for a week after that festival -- nearly wore myself out in a single day!

[That's what happens when you fuck literally three people in one day, Klaus. That's what happens.]

What did you do that made you so wore out? All I did was cut up some plants with a chainsaw and ate some weird food. Really, it was total snoozeville for me.

_{[ He likes the satisfaction of winning, but he likes to take on more than he can typically handle.
The space race? That was so much fun. Especially since he's certain he "won."]}

The question you should be asking is who I was doing that made me so worn out, but I don't just name names...

[At least not without a little social lubricant first, despite that devilish grin on his lips.]

We've really got to get your priorities in order, my friend. Your life will be much more satisfying.

Oh.

_{[ Wait, this is something he gets. ]}

Ooooooh. Yeaaah, I mean.. sex is greaaaat and all, I guess I just.. got super focused on the plants and food even if it was boring. Huh.
_{[ why does he look nervous suddenly.. ]}

I don't know.. my priorities are pretty legit!

Well, sure, but they can always be a little more fun.

[And yes, Klaus' tail swishes back and forth just a little more energetically with that statement. He can't help if it's something that he enjoyed before arriving here and seems to enjoy more now that he's here.

Moonblessed sex just seems to be ... better, okay?]

_{[ He presses his lips together and watches Klaus' tail swish around before putting his attention back on his face. His own little ears perk up slightly. ]}

Haha-- uh, yeah, I guess it would be kind of fun in a place like this. _{[ America, you've never had sex before. You don't have anything to compare with.. but he's too prideful to admit that!! ]}

You know.. different. Kinda like something out of a hentai maybe?
What's, uh-- what's so much fun about it? You know.. what's different about it here?

[Klaus has kept their proximity close during their conversation, even if Alfred's facing him now. He lets his tongue dart over his lower lip a moment, head canting to the side at the way his ears perk up.]

Mm. Actually...

[And then Klaus is bringing warm, slender hands up to rest on Alfred's chest, palms flat, so that he can lean in closer, as if he's being conspiratorial and not just looking for an excuse to be nearer (stuff can be two things!).]

It'd be easier to show you.

_{[ For the most part, he's pretty well toned, but there are certain areas that are a little more soft-- some weight gain places. His chest happens to be one of those areas-- and there's probably no hiding the way his heart is drumming from underneath those flat palms of his.. acquaintance.. friend? He's a friend now? Yeah.

But honestly, he couldn't tell you why it's that way. Something about this entire planet made him feel a little more needy for such things-- especially during this phase of the moon.

Nevertheless, he stands there with his lips curved upwards in a rather oblivious smile, cheeks only slightly rosy. ]}

Oh, no way, dude.. we've gotten to this level of friendship?

_{[ Truth be told, America looks honestly.. very pleased at this turn of events, mostly cause he has trouble making friends. ]}

I can't believe we're gonna watch porn together! This is so rad!!
_{[ Best of luck, Klaus. ]}

[...okay.

Look, this might not be exactly where he was expecting this to go, but it's probably where he should've expected it to, given what he's figured out about Alfred so far. Still, the other man is warm under his touch, and he's showing some signs of appreciation...

So he can work with it.]

You betcha, big boy.

[Klaus gives his chest a small pat and then turns tail (literally) toward his bedroom, glancing over his shoulder expectantly.]

We'll have to go to my room, though. Not risking my siblings walking in on that.

[God knew that poor Ben had already put up with seeing enough of Klaus' ... encounters when he was incorporeal.]

Nice! I'm sure you have everything we need in there!

_{[ .. and he's none the wiser. He'll catch on, though, because this does make logical sense for the time being. As loose as he is, he definitely prefers to watch this stuff in private, so he gets it. Though, he was completely unaware that Klaus lived with siblings of all people. Sometimes, he wonders what it would like to have a sibling for himself...

Wait, he does have a sibling, actually. He has a twin, matter of fact. What was his name again? Canadia.. or something?

He eagerly trots up alongside Klaus. ]}

Haha, I didn't know you had siblings! How many?

Oh, you have no idea.

[He pads barefoot to the door and pushes it open -- the room's floor is covered in strewn clothes, the walls have a few posters up, and there's definitely already some decorative lights up -- Klaus nests quickly.

Sure enough, there's one of those projection-type devices sitting on the dresser, big enough to be visible from the bed. Klaus hops up onto said bed and sits, one leg tucked up against his chest, then pats the mattress next to him.]

In all? Six. Only two of them are here right now, though.

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