"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. The afterlife doesn't look so different from the real world." he says matter-of-factly, like he's speaking from experience. "It doesn't look like it did last time, but I've got it on good authority, God doesn't like me, so it wouldn't surprise me if She sent me some creepy place." He shrugs, like nothing he said was abnormal whatsoever.
As she moves closer to him and gives her own guesses as to what's going on, it only brings a rough, stuttered kind of laugh bubbling out of his throat. "Experiments. Sure. Of course, why not?" He waves his hands around as he speaks, always animated. "Home sweet home," he says with a faux-fondness, hand pressed to his chest.
Luckily for Carol, panic is as easy and familiar as breathing for Klaus to think and react through. For all that he may be screaming on the inside, the most that shows outwardly at this point is only nervous fidgeting. "Care to elaborate?" He says, staring at her lifted, glowing hand again.
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As she moves closer to him and gives her own guesses as to what's going on, it only brings a rough, stuttered kind of laugh bubbling out of his throat. "Experiments. Sure. Of course, why not?" He waves his hands around as he speaks, always animated. "Home sweet home," he says with a faux-fondness, hand pressed to his chest.
Luckily for Carol, panic is as easy and familiar as breathing for Klaus to think and react through. For all that he may be screaming on the inside, the most that shows outwardly at this point is only nervous fidgeting. "Care to elaborate?" He says, staring at her lifted, glowing hand again.