[company is exactly what klaus happens to be most excited about. someone handsome's a huge plus, for sure, but knowing he isn't the only one stumbling around is an even more wonderful feeling. eliot's friendly advice might be winning him over, too.]

Didn't... really think that one through. [attention briefly flickering to the bag, he raises a hand, thoughtfully taps his cheek then spares a glance around them.] Knowing my luck, every single one I find won't be usable. [sigh.

there's less than an arms-length between them now; if klaus's hand were to move just right, he'd be able to touch eliot's hand or forearm, but he's still somewhat hesitant. touching someone he doesn't know is ordinarily fine and dandy. when it comes to this outlandish, ever-changing place, how's he supposed to differentiate between what's real and who could disappear at any given moment?]

I'm completely unsurprised. The one thing pretty much everyone needs and we've gotta purify our own. If we're lucky enough to find it, yeah, and how've you been doing that? A pan over a fire is what I'd assume, but...

[is fire still a thing here? please, let it still be a thing.]