The Marvelous Misadventures of Eneko Walker

“Good, good.” Klaus had already slapped his box of nail polish on the table in front of him. “What color are you feeling? I’m partial to black, but my aesthetic isn’t necessarily yours…” 

Eneko near jumped at the box slamming on the table--good lord where had he been hiding that?--staring bewildered at the colors inside it. This honestly hadn’t been how he expected to spend a moment of downtime.

The part about black not being his aesthetic did nearly get a chucklefrom him. “I mean...” He was rather pale, and his hair was ink-black. It was a wonder Eneko never found himself going through a goth phase... or an emo one, really.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” 

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“Have you ever considered playing basketball?”

“In all honesty... yeah, I am. I hope it lasts... I want it to last... I think we’re getting along better too even outside of a ‘truce’...”

“I wouldn’t know.  I’ve never looked.” 

“Chocolate?  Oh right.  Valentines day.” 

“…what’s on the fifteenth?”