[see, he's not crazy at all, arya! nor has he had too much to drink, it seems? considering it works, even if the girl immediately gets to her feet and takes out— holy fucking shit, a knife? how many of those is he going to see in one night?]
Woah, hey, hey— [klaus sets his cup aside, moves to get to his own feet and holds both hands out, tattooed palms facing arya with his fingers spread, total passiveness.] I'm gonna need you to take it down a notch, Joan of Arc. What's with the knife?
[he's giving arya a wide berth here, hasn't moved back or closer, which is probably for the best in case she decides to swipe at him.] Whatever you're looking for, I highly doubt you're going to find it.
[The singing continues, though it fades slightly as she focuses on Klaus's voice over it. Arya stares at him a moment, seeing quite clearly that no one else has appeared around them - especially no one in red and gold armor.
She doesn't lower the knife, but she isn't directly threatening him with it. That will come only if he proves uncooperative.]
What's causing it?
[Unfortunately he's the one who seems to have some idea of what's happening - at least more of an idea than her. He's not causing it, she knows, and it might be unfair to treat him this way given that she hadn't believed him in the first place, but it's highly disconcerting.]
[damn good thing klaus's going to be as accommodating as possible, then. how unfortunate that he can't quite explain the music playing or how it gets into their heads.]
I... can't say how it's in your head? Only because I don't know, either.
[he tried explaining it to arya earlier and look where it got them! now, she's freaking out, brandishing a knife, acting like someone's going to come up on them in an attack position. so long as he keeps his cool, he's feeling he won't get stabbed but it's a risk he's still hesitant to take.] You're the one causing it, though. Thinking about whatever you're listening to. Try imagining something else?
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Woah, hey, hey— [klaus sets his cup aside, moves to get to his own feet and holds both hands out, tattooed palms facing arya with his fingers spread, total passiveness.] I'm gonna need you to take it down a notch, Joan of Arc. What's with the knife?
[he's giving arya a wide berth here, hasn't moved back or closer, which is probably for the best in case she decides to swipe at him.] Whatever you're looking for, I highly doubt you're going to find it.
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She doesn't lower the knife, but she isn't directly threatening him with it. That will come only if he proves uncooperative.]
What's causing it?
[Unfortunately he's the one who seems to have some idea of what's happening - at least more of an idea than her. He's not causing it, she knows, and it might be unfair to treat him this way given that she hadn't believed him in the first place, but it's highly disconcerting.]
How does it get in your head?
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I... can't say how it's in your head? Only because I don't know, either.
[he tried explaining it to arya earlier and look where it got them! now, she's freaking out, brandishing a knife, acting like someone's going to come up on them in an attack position. so long as he keeps his cool, he's feeling he won't get stabbed but it's a risk he's still hesitant to take.] You're the one causing it, though. Thinking about whatever you're listening to. Try imagining something else?