Klaus | Ben Ben was still a little convinced that he was going to disappear if Klaus wandered off too far, so that worry was a plausible one that had him yanking his boots back on and barely managing to tie them up right before he was being dragged off with an armful of crap to one of the very few establishments in this strange little town.
On the plus side, since it was so small he rather assumed that it would be difficult to get into much trouble.
"What do you mean for the most part?" He asked, still sort of just hugging the little bags of chips and tin cans. The music was old and the place wasn't one of those super dark raver establishments that Klaus sometimes went to and thank god for that because he'd seen enough furries for a life---er. Well. He hadn't been alive at the time, but still.
"My groove?" he asked dryly. "Is that what's been missing this whole time?"