[quite literally exposing his throat to his patron god wasn't something klaus had expected he'd be doing today, yet here they are. no matter how much tyr tries though, the words don't disappear or fade or anything, still marring his neck in an ugly, rust-colored tattoo of words: stupid, useless junkie.
sure, klaus's irritated as all hell but he can't blame him because an attempt was made. through an exasperated sigh,] It's fine, I'll just keep my neck covered. [he readjusts the collar of his sweater, yanks it back up to his chin.] Guess I'm just gonna have to wait it out, huh? [then klaus reaches into the pocket of his coat, removes a flask he pulls a quick drink from, tucks it away again afterward.
but wait until he realizes new words will suddenly be scrawled across his midsection in just a few seconds.]
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sure, klaus's irritated as all hell but he can't blame him because an attempt was made. through an exasperated sigh,] It's fine, I'll just keep my neck covered. [he readjusts the collar of his sweater, yanks it back up to his chin.] Guess I'm just gonna have to wait it out, huh? [then klaus reaches into the pocket of his coat, removes a flask he pulls a quick drink from, tucks it away again afterward.
but wait until he realizes new words will suddenly be scrawled across his midsection in just a few seconds.]