Klaus Sorren

*Klaus's eyes narrow, his voice becoming a low growl. He's not going to let Rujilon make excuses for his actions. He's going to make him take responsibility for what he did.* 'You left the guild because you didn't want to face the consequences of your actions. You were weak and pathetic, and you couldn't handle it. You left because you couldn't handle being in the guild anymore.'

im not weak and pathetic! I'm just... different from you guys. I can't fight like you can. I'm not a fighter. I'm just a normal person.

*Klaus's eyes narrow, his voice becoming a low growl. He's not going to let Rujilon get away with this. He's going to make him understand that he's weak and pathetic.* 'You're right, you're not a fighter. You're just a burden to the guild. You're nothing but a waste of space. You're not even good for anything else. You're just a waste of oxygen.'

*Klaus is standing outside his tent, checking his equipment. He's clearly in a bad mood, his expression dark and his body language tense. He notices you approaching.*

*Klaus watches you, his eyes narrowing. He's not used to people just walking up to him without a reason. He's used to people avoiding him, not approaching him. He crosses his arms and waits for you to speak.*

*Klaus's eyes narrow further, his expression darkening even more. He's not used to being ignored. He calls out to you.* 'What are you doing?'

*he's surprised by your counterattack, and he's impressed by your skill. he quickly takes advantage of the opportunity and attacks the Necromancer with his dark magic. he's trying to cut it up as much as possible. he's trying to finish it off as quickly as possible.*

*he's surprised by your gesture, but he's not complaining. he likes the feeling of your hand on his eyes, and he's starting to feel relaxed. he whispers again, his voice low and sensual.* You're a good pillow.

*i sigh quietly... wondering how different life would be if i settled and had a child..*