Peux-tu M'aider? PV Adohiro Moira Closed

Klaus kept a gentle smile, glancing up at the other as a small chuckle left his lips. “I don’t quite like my blonde hair honestly. Maybe when you grow older, you’d be able to bleach after Hogwarts.” He uttered while he fiddled with the hems of his robe’s sleeve, stiffening up a bit at the mention of his father and how they could ‘bond better’ if he indulged into the culture some more. The idea didn’t seem too bad if only he was given the proper exposure to it, and his father didn’t do well at it having been busy the entirety of his life. Only having to take Korean lessons with his mother since it was the least they could do for his father.

The next statement came after, causing the blond french-born to look up at the other with a questionable look. “I don’t think I’d be allowed to travel outside without my father’s permissions.” He cleared his throat briefly as he straightened up his posture. “I quite like art, so I paint every now and then, but for the most part, I read a lot.” He uttered in response, wanting to get that topic out of the way before he returning back to the topic that seemed to bother him quite. Brows began to slightly knit itself into a knot as his lips fell into a tin line.

”Though, back to your offer, don’t you think it seems a little too quick for you to be handing out such an offer like that towards someone you don’t know too much of yet? Do you ever worry about making a friend who could easily take advantage of your kindness and connections?”

The questions kept on coming, and Klaus was starting to feel that he was being interrogated, much less than it being a ‘get-to-know’ conversation. “I quite like the legendary Monet… my mother was highly fond of his paintings and collected a fair few of his greatest works.” He answered anyway, “I have many favourite authors, but I’ve been reading a lot of Nietzsche’s works lately, and to say I quite like his profoundness with philosophy.”

The conversation topics had been similar to what he would exchange within conversations during soirees that the Vieux manor would host. He’d remember those memories where he was required to also entertain guests, wooing them with his intellect and vast knowledge. Just to be able to put a smile on his grandmother’s face. Though it wore him out a lot of the time, there are still things he’d enjoy talking about. And the curious boy seemed to touch on those kinds of topics.

But Klaus frowned, his left eye twitching a bit in small annoyance when he was given the reason for the male’s unreasonable kindness. Though there were some bits that he related to, which reminded him of similar words that his mother would share to him on her deathbed.

_{“The meanest of all people are often the ones who have not been shown any kindness. So be kind, but know your limit as to not let your kindness be taken advantage of.”}

The words repeated itself in his head, like a foggy memory, but still so distinct to remember when you wake up.

“But offering such a thing is a little much, don’t you think? People will just look to you as a pushover.” He uttered bluntly, lips falling into a thin line. If there was one thing that did get him into trouble during the fancy parties, it would be his honest words. The number of times he'd be locked in his room without supper and dinner because of his abrasiveness, for talking back at older and influential guests. But, he didn't agree with this perspective. “People will think of you weak. Does that ever cross your mind?”