[ must he? well, yes, considering he has had to suffer years of loneliness as he hadn't lived up to the criteria to be invited into the little breakfast club of always and forever. he must torment the only naive brother of his, the other two requiring a little more work and thought to be applied to his strategy before he implements bringing niklaus and elijah to their knees. rebekah's too simple — throw a good-looking boy her way and let nature take its course in ripping her heart out. not interfering in his sister's life, but simply sitting back and watching it fall apart usually provides the best entertainment for kol. ]
[ and it surprises him finn even entertains the thought of amusing him. instead of sitting in his chair, as stiff as wood itself, he does move just a little, pliant beneath kol's fingers as he tries to mould him into something he will never, ever be, for nine hundred years being stuffed in a coffin has stunted his growth and his ability to adapt to the new cultures of the world. rather than look upon the man as a source of fun and reprieve from being stuffy and stuck up, he looks to him as though he is a lint upon the shoulder of his jacket. but it surprises kol he doesn't simply swipe the lint from where it sits on his otherwise flawless attire, fingers wrapping around the man's neck to draw him closer. ]
[ he does try to keep the laughter out of his voice, but he supposes it's best to bite down the i saw sage taught you a thing or two than let that beast fly free and ruin what he has so carefully orchestrated. ] You could at least pretend to enjoy it. [ he doesn't rest his chin back on his arms, now thoroughly ensnared by his brother's small bursts of spontaneity. his arms remain on the back of the chair, though, as he peers over it. ] They have feelings, you know.
i can fly
[ and it surprises him finn even entertains the thought of amusing him. instead of sitting in his chair, as stiff as wood itself, he does move just a little, pliant beneath kol's fingers as he tries to mould him into something he will never, ever be, for nine hundred years being stuffed in a coffin has stunted his growth and his ability to adapt to the new cultures of the world. rather than look upon the man as a source of fun and reprieve from being stuffy and stuck up, he looks to him as though he is a lint upon the shoulder of his jacket. but it surprises kol he doesn't simply swipe the lint from where it sits on his otherwise flawless attire, fingers wrapping around the man's neck to draw him closer. ]
[ he does try to keep the laughter out of his voice, but he supposes it's best to bite down the i saw sage taught you a thing or two than let that beast fly free and ruin what he has so carefully orchestrated. ] You could at least pretend to enjoy it. [ he doesn't rest his chin back on his arms, now thoroughly ensnared by his brother's small bursts of spontaneity. his arms remain on the back of the chair, though, as he peers over it. ] They have feelings, you know.