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Not Patrick Swayze (number_6) wrote in snapthread,

"M'up!" Ben said, even though what was even the point, really, if it wasn't Christmas. Still, he opened the other eye -- even if it was only because Klaus was all up in his space and poking at his eyelids until he did it, and then he slapped at the direction of his brother. "Sttoppp!"

But okay, okay. Bigger problems than clothes. Like what? Music lessons earlier in the day than he wanted, maybe? Ben didn't like music lessons any time of the day, let alone morning. But Klaus wouldn't get too weird about that. Or demand a stare down at --whatever time it was.

He scooted up, the heels of his feet pressing against the --too big? -- bed in order for him to find some leverage, but eventually he made it even with Klaus in the way and his back was pressed against pillows and a wooden headboard that felt a little more like it'd break apart with too much pressure which was new and weird. "Whatcha mean look---?" He asked, but did it anyway. He stared at Klaus, all messy hair and dumb robe that he'd been told to ignore and then tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, curious. "Were you in Allison's makeups?" He asked finally, but knew that wasn't the right question even as soon as he asked it.