“what? have you never seen a grown man knitting before?” klaus asks, sparing a short glance upward. it’s a stretch to call what he’s doing knitting - sure, the needles and yarn are there, but there seems to be no end product in sight, mostly it’s all just a mess. the diner probably hadn’t been the medium’s best choice for his attempts, but it beat staying cooped up. “you can sit if that’s what you’re after,” klaus says with a nod to the seat opposite him, “it won’t even cost you anything.”
“maybe i’m waiting to see how long it takes before you’re tangled up and stuck in it.” mai replied with a drawl. it felt inevitable, given how poorly the man seemed to be doing. she considered for a moment before taking the empty seat. it wasn’t like she had much better to do, and she could always get a cup of coffee while she was here. “i don’t think knitting is really your calling.” she said, blunt as ever. sure, practice made perfect, but if this was his starting point he was going to need a ton of practice.





















