(A half hour later, there is a tap tap tap of Klaus' nails on the front door. He's holding a cookie cake from the nearest Kroger, and just as cheap whiskey in the other hand.)
[Oh, that's so sweet. Terry stares at the cake for a moment and then looks at Klaus. If Terry ever smiled then he would, but he really appreciates it.]
[He was about to try and take the cake to open it because Klaus is a disaster, but what he actually said suddenly sinks in and Terry stops and looks at him.]
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@theseance
I'm not good with this many strangers. It gets too loud.
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I'm in room 422 at [hotel], you can come and see for yourself.
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You may have some IF you ask nicely.
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How nice is nicely?
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Nicely. I'm not asking for a blowjob or anything.
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[ha ha ha it's funny because he's a nice person]
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(He pouts dramatically as he tosses the cookie cake onto the bed. Looks like in icing, someone wrote, "SORRY YOU'RE SAD!")
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I can't eat that whole thing by myself.
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(Klaus goes to open the casing, and has a terrible time doing so.)
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[He was about to try and take the cake to open it because Klaus is a disaster, but what he actually said suddenly sinks in and Terry stops and looks at him.]
You drank a glow stick?
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(Klaus winks.)
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[sir??? please behave.]
[anyway he's gonna sit on the bed and grab his phone, Klaus can suffer with the box for that.]
I'm gonna order a pizza.