#valentin.001

“Wait, what?” Valentin turned when he heard her asking the question. Slowly, he nodded, though he stopped when she said that Bruce Willis is dead all along. “He’s dead?” he asked, feeling so heartbroken that his favorite actor was gone. He didn’t even know, but since she told him…”I just saw him a couple years ago…awe man…” Val mumbled with a pout. 

Bee took her seat and placed the bowl of popcorn she'd brought along over her lap. "Thank you," she smiled. "Would you like some?" she tilted the bowl in his direction. It felt like the gesture was the only thing she could do to repay him for the kindness. "Oh my God, no!" She exclaimed, her hand flailing in the air. "That's not, at all, what I meant. What I wanted to say is that his character is dead."

Normally, Valentin Halsburg wouldn’t give a damn about an international scandal. But this one…this one caught his attention somehow, and he looked at the newspaper the other was glaring at. “I don’t even know what side to even choose,” he admitted, shaking his head. “In fact, why in hell’s name do we have to choose sides? Why can’t we be, I don’t know, Switzerland?” he grumbled with a shrug.

Hunter shrugged his broad shoulders and allowed them to slump afterward. "I don't know, man," he practically muttered. "And I don't even know how we're even supposed to make a choice based on this little information," when he spoke, there was a hint of exasperation to his tone. His mother would have been able to decide. His sister could have also come up with a decision. He? Well, he just didn't like the sound of any of it.

The Red Drawing room was one of the rooms he didn’t explore yet. Val was in the mood to do, and he walked in after picking up the sounds of balls clinking together. The question made him pause for a moment as he walked in and saw the man, and opened his mouth to say something, other than ‘uh’. “Sure, why not?” he said with a shrug, going over and picking up a cue stick. “I haven’t played pool in a while, and my siblings aren’t here to pick on me if I lose.” 

Over at the pool table, Klaus gathered the balls he had been knocking into pockets just moments earlier, placing them in a triangle shape close to one end of the table. The sort of siblings bantering the other man spoke of was completely foreign to him as he was an only child. As a result, Klaus simply shrugged before his eyes drew back up in the man’s direction. “So, who makes the first move?” he wondered. Maybe they could flip a coin or play even or odds to decide that didn’t seem to be the matter.