Valkyrie | Klaus
“Laws are necessary,” Valkyrie didn’t agree with all of them, all those she’d experienced, and those were a few. She did think there has to be some sort of governance. People needed something to follow, agree to, live under. Even something as simple as “be nice to each other,” which really wasn’t all that simple. She gave Klaus a slight smile, knowing her opinion was often not a popular one. “Though some can be quite inconvenient.” She laughed softly, following him easily enough.
“Sometimes touch ups are not available,” her lips pursed. She hadn’t looked all that bad in Sakaar, but she had taken to something darker. She had been darker. Even now she rarely wore the uniform of the Valkyrior. Of course, at that exact moment, her uniform was not at all available. Probably existed in a completely different reality. “That is your point? We take the touch up when we can?” Her smile teasing as she gave him a wink.
“I have worn something similar to leather many times. I am not opposed. But something lighter for the heat if we are to return to it in town?” She moved close enough to lean in and give Klaus a shoulder nudge. She felt a strange kinship in this man; he had seen more than his jovial demeanor might suggest. Perhaps it was that demeanor, the search for something else, that suggested he was more than flash and distraction.