klaus mikaelson (howeverlong) wrote in carnaval_logs, |
Glad to be in his 'own' clothing, Klaus was doing his best to avoid helping with the process of breaking things down and packing up for the next move into the next city. He had little interest in bothering with things like that. He had done just enough - packing up all of his things and putting forth minimal effort elsewhere if it was asked of him, but for the most part, Klaus avoided the physical labor aspect of this carnival rubbish. After all, he was forced to perform every night where he swallowed swords. That was all the physical effort they were going to get from him, if he could help it.
So when Caroline found him, he was lounging against a trailer, keeping to himself as others milled about. She walked right up to him and immediately announced her purpose for being there. Klaus arched an eyebrow nonchalantly, looking her over. Ever the busybody, he could only imagine what Caroline needed to discuss with him. She didn't look too terribly upset, so he doubted she had done something like kill someone. He couldn't imagine what she had to talk about that came with such conviction, but he pushed away from the trailer nonetheless and moved closer to her.
"What is it, love?" he asked and then flashed her a smile, "And for the record, if you want something asinine like help moving your things, I think I may have to pass." It was a bluff - he had taken an entire night to devote to burying twelve dead witches for her, after all - but Klaus did have a reputation to maintain. Even back in 1935.