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Christmas Shopping with Caroline | ONESHOT

THE REQUEST : Other [Klaus orders Gage to look after Caroline for the day. Enjoy!]

TITLE : Christmas Shopping with Caroline

FANDOM : TVD

SHIP : Klaroline 

PERSPECTIVE : One of Klaus's Hybrids {OC}

SUMMARY : Klaus's loyalist hybrid is tasked with humouring Caroline for the day, or in other words, accompanying her Christmas shopping.

That bitch is bat shit crazy.

This thought stood firmly as the sole resounding echo that proliferated his waking day and manifested directly into his minionly duty, or so stated the instructions tailored as his ultra-special daily assignment;  ones that had originally been perplexing enough to make him fear this was some kind of strange test, but frankly, now Gage knew why.

Oh he hadn’t at first, flabbergasted by the strange and sudden 360 in objectives, as spend the day with Caroline was a far cry from the typical don’t get within five yards of her if you value your life {unless, of course, it was to go to her defense. Klaus kept very detailed, and oh so very opposing, demands.} But as she flashed her charming brand of sass in order for him to, as she’d so bluntly stated, buck up and catch up, {it wasn’t as easy as it had originally sounded, to accompany the reigning Queen of Christmas on a mid-season shopping trip) it all of a sudden made sense.

 It wasn’t the clamping clutch of his sire bond keeping him here, a willing servant to her radical whims {he was willing to bet his temporary Bosslady was far more demanding than his beloved Bossman} but rather, his unwavering loyalty to the man who dictated his every waking {and sometimes even sleeping} breath. His glorious master knew it, too, and after the rest of the moronic pups had whelped at such a command, toting indifference in face of this infant Vampire’s ridiculous requests, Klaus had manipulated the fact that he, as the loyalist of the lot, would do exactly as she said, because he had requested it.

Ironic, really, considering Master Mikaelson typical branded threats {and often followed through with them} towards any creature with masculine parts dangling between their legs witless enough to stare at her, often leaving them at the very least blinded and yet this morning, Bossman had been all too happy to shove his prized possession {whether she acknowledged this ownership or not, fell within a different spectrum of argument which is regardless, irrelevantly redundant} into his minions care and had practically run in the other direction – he’d backed away that fast. That alone was unusual for Bossman, but it seems the holidays rendered Caroline a thousand times more overbearing then her typical, impossible bitch of a self.

There was no other explanation.

“Pink or Red?” Or so she reminded him with this simple statement, holding up what he could only assume was supposed to be something for Klaus. For a moment, Gage wasn’t quite sure if this bitch was serious. Brow arched, propped in judgement as he shuffled the copious amount of purchases around, ranging from décor to god-only-knows-what that he’d found himself the mule forced to carry. “You know how he feels about pink.” Gage finally said, tactfully, while trying to discern just what game this girl was playing at. Girls were always playing games, or so he’d come to access. But sass was not what she handed him, instead Caroline threw the offending items down with a frustrated “You’re right,” and that’s when it hit him.

“You don’t know what to get him, do you?” He questioned, while watching her curiously from downcast eyes, shoulders slumped not in his usual shrug, but from the sheer weight of her necessities. To her benefit, he’d accessed them to mostly range within the category of gifts – Bosslady was certainly generous with his – aka Klaus’s – money. At least that made one of them. Expectedly, Caroline shot him a daggering look – like she was a stone’s throw away from ringing his neck over his gall in assuming such a thing would worry her. “It really doesn’t matter what I get him, does it?” She snapped, in a haughty tone he took merely as highly defensive.

Which was why it shouldn’t have surprised him when she pivoted abruptly and booked it out of there in an aggravated storming, straight out the store and into the thick mass of Christmas time shoppers, vanishing within their midst instantly. Shit. With his only concern stuck on genuine fear that Klaus would kill him for this, Gage took off after her, which was a bit of a task in and of itself, given the bodies he had to dart around and the precarious act of balancing the towering stack of bags and boxes he’d found himself overloaded with. It really was a good thing he had hybrid strength, and speed, but that didn’t make the heavy crowds of last minute shoppers any easier to navigate.

Scanning above the sea of shoppers, it took him less time then he’d thought to track her blonde head down, anxiously circling back and forth, as though not sure which direction in this damn claustrophobic mall she wished to travel. It was adorable in the sense that it hinted at her affections for his master, a sentiment Gage could truly understand. For he did adore the man who’d saved him from a self-inflicted end, and had willingly embraced the gifts the Original had graced upon him. Admittedly, few saw the sides of Klaus that Gage did, but he was starting to suspect this Caroline fell within that limited range.

And Klaus was getting under her skin, slipping past those defences he knew she thrust up for protection. Was that why she had been such a raging Queen Bee lately? It certainly explained a few things, but luckily for them both Gage was smarter than voicing these epiphanies, and instead just sort of gave her a little right this way nod that ushered her along into falling into an easy pace alongside him, as he navigated out of the dense crowds – and away from the clothing stores – towards a high end art supply store. Without so much as a word, Gage let her come up with the grand epiphany herself that maybe, just maybe this would be a better place to start.

One couldn’t deny that he was a clever little minion, and once again Klaus should be thanking him for this cocky ingenuity.

Or else he might have ended up with a pink cashmere sweater. 

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dedicated to the amazing originalhybrid-nik

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Klaus in Season 4, Episode 3: The Rager.

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Flashback

The unlit cigarette, braced on a desperate lip, reminded him of a time he’d almost given it all up, lacking the desire even to unlatch his lighter, and brandish pleasure in the sweet intake of smoke, his one true affliction. Gage pondered this a moment, while scratching absently at the rough five o’clock shadow that was beginning to show on his neck. His damn hair seemed to grow twice as fast, since becoming a Hybrid. He didn’t mind it so much, as irksome as it was to have to brandish a razor next to three times as frequently, given that it was relatively minor as far as complaints went, and it counted as his only real one with the change in species.

Frankly, it was the best thing that could have happened.

The only good thing in his miserable life had been death.

But it hadn’t come at the hands he’d expected, which had been his own. Instead, it had come at the hands of his unlikely lord and saviour, Klaus. What timing his master had, showing up when he did. Oh sure, at the time Gage had thought it horridly inconvenient, and for a second he could taste the iron of metal all over again, its coppery bite against his tongue as he prepared to pull the trigger meant to blow his own brains out. He’d been so close, spending his last moments sending out a prayer for his mother, and apology that he hadn’t been strong enough, that he’d been such a pathetic failure, when Klaus had arrived on the scene, all nonchalant and goading, egging him on to do it if only for his own gloated pleasure.

Suicide wasn’t exactly the thing people liked to do in company, and so he’d tried to get him to leave, let him die in the peace of solitude and silence, with only his own miserable thoughts for comfort in those final moments, but for whatever reason Klaus had refused. Perhaps it was his ill-branded humour, bleak and black and ready to easily dismiss how he sucked metal, vulgar in his comments meant to make Klaus uncomfortable, and leave.

Of course, that had been before Gage had known what his soon to be master was, he would have known better then to try and frighten him off then, but of course he hadn’t exactly been in the best mind frames, what with the absolution of the end on his mind, and nothing else. Gage still wasn’t sure what had promptly Bossman to do what he’d done next, essentially offer the world – at least what had been the world to Gage at the time.

A way out, but it was more than that. He’d promised power, strength, the ability to cast aside those that dared speak up against him, like those meek pathetic humans that had nearly driven him over the edge, his reason for wanting to claim his own life in the first bloody place.

They had been the first to die, of course, after the fact, but that was another story.

This one simply pertains to that moment, hinged on indecision and the desire to make something more of himself. Gage might have refuted, disbelieving Klaus’s claims in the notion of not trusting a soul, save one thing. Here was someone, finally, willing to take a chance on him, offered him that which he never thought himself possibly of obtaining, in exchange for nothing but a willingness to listen. Loyalty for immortality, it had seemed like a strangely fair trade.

It had been.

So he’d agreed, having already been in the position to open his arms to death, and welcomed this new embrace – the change – with an enthusiasm that couldn’t be faked. He wanted it, craved it, with an intensity that had surprised them both at the time, but not so much as Gage had been surprised by the fact it had worked, half figuring Niklaus to be a raving lunatic high on crack – it wouldn’t be the first time one had promised him salvation – but he’d been ready for the end anyway, so what was the harm in such a marvelous gamble?

With a smirk that twisted Gage’s lips up, offsetting that cigarette to one side as his hands patted over the top of wool pockets, he considered the final outcome, where he was now opposed to that grave six feet under, and frankly, he asserted with a successful flick of a newly found zippo, lighting the cancerous joint instantly, he’d never been fucking happier.

In the end, no matter how degradingly he was treated, Klaus had given him everything.

Life.

But more importantly, his master had gifted him the strength to survive it, the power to handle it, and most meaningfully of all, the will to live it.

What more could a Minion ask for?

Beyond the title of friend, nothing.

Nothing at all.

Yes, Gage though, with a thick inhale of smoke that represented everything he’d over-come, an expulsion of toxic chemicals, he was finally happy.

Life couldn’t get any better than this.

Not even with Freedom. 

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If there was one thing Gage excelled at, it was fading into the shadows. Silent, invisible, but always there, always ready for when he was needed. Few times went by, where Klaus would call for him and he wouldn’t respond and generally, those fell within the scarce moments where his masters memory would slip – undoubtedly distracted by a certain blonde eye catcher – and he’d forget he’d already sent Gage out on assignment. It was little wonder then, the moment his masters peaceful sleep was encroached upon and threatened by a girl whose name did not fall within the a-okay, let-passed list. Currently, it was down to only two – Kol seemed to have stopped luring his meals home with him. Strange, but none of Gage’s concern, especially now that he’d tackled the intruder up against the wall, with cheeky hands that copped an arrogant feel. Gage might usually play submissive, but that was because he usually interacted with Klaus.

In this scenario, she shouldn’t be here, and since he should, guess whose role suddenly became dominate.

It was a hat this jack of all trades wore well, when it suited him, and so he’d rushed her with the speed of a bloody thirsty wolf, pouncing in attack. Vampires were fast, but so were Werewolves, and a Hybrid was but a mash-up of the best of both worlds. At least that’s how Gage was always inclined to look at it, and coming from a man who thought becoming one had saved his life, let alone provided him everything he could have ever wanted, confidence, power, strength, he really didn’t see a problem with thinking that.

Did you?

“Little? I promise it’s not that love.” Gage growled thickly, bemused despite himself at her biting sense of humour, a real hot little bitch. There were certainly worse people, he could have so pinned against a wall. Then again, had it been anyone but her, he’d probably have taken a different approach.

Yeah, like rip out throats first and ask the damn questions later.

Nobody got this close to Klaus, at least not while Gage was on call. Which let’s face it, this loyal little minion always ways. “You’re not poor or innocent, Katerina.” Seems someone had done a little research, since the last time he’d run into her. Would you look at that, he even did his homework. Leaning in, close enough his nose poked through the curtain of her curls, Gage couldn’t help but breathe her in, deeply, as if trying to imbed that scent permanently. Then again, who’s to say he already hadn’t? He’d known it was her from right off the bat, after all ”Now surely that’s not the best line you’ve got?” he teased, in a mockingly disappointed tone, clucking his tongue into a tsking sound, shrugging back his shoulders in that signatory pose in such a way it only caused his muscles to ripple against her back. “Free country my ass.” It belonged to Klaus, just as did the world. The sooner this little vixen got that through her stubborn head, the sooner she’d be safe from the beautiful explosive temper that was his one and only boss.

Strangely, he wanted her to be safe from that.

“Whatever games you’re playing at sweet little kitty-kat, I’d cut them now while you’re still ahead,” and alive. It would be her one and only warning, after that should she continue to pursue his boss, he’d be left with no choice but to add her pile to the growing number of begotten bodies,  tossed casually aside in the wake of defense. You thought Klaus was overprotective? Then clearly you’ve never met his loyalist lackey. “Because I’d ensure you wouldn’t.” Gage responded darkly, the cold tone indicating the level he’d go to for his boss, without a hint of remorse and without a further prompt beyond the mere notion of a threat. It would do her wise, to make no more mention of one. Gage might have been able to forgive and forget many things, but threats concerning Klaus were taken with the uppermost extremity of caution, erring on the size of overtly so. “Is that what you want Kat?” He taunted, with unflinching eyes as she spun to stare him sharply in the eye, just daring him to try it with lips that quaked smugly, as if she didn’t expect his bite to live up to his bark. “To be forced submissive by a Hybrid?” a minion, at that.

But Gage wasn’t one to ignore a dare, and rose to the challenge like he did any task assigned to him, with conviction and a fierce determination to get it done. In this case, that turned out to be her. The little pussy really didn’t know what she was playing with, but she’d had enough warnings as far as Gage saw fit. Instead, that dark cast smile was reissued, glassy hooded eyes cutting deep even as his smirk twisted sinister. If the kitty wanted to play, then so be it. They’d play. Whose was Gage to deny that request, but a horny hybrid that so rarely had the time or chance to sate such sexually charged urges. In a swift strike of movement, Gage claimed her in a possessive hold, this one not nearly as threatening nor restraining as the last, lifting her by the waist and encouraging her legs to wrap around his. Hot mouth hovering over hers, but not quite dipping down, taunting in this tease, as though trying to prove that she wanted him, forcing her to ask for it even as his calloused palms cupped her by the ass. “You sure about that, kitten?” Gage smiled then, the warmth reaching his eyes as he dared to challenge her.

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Curiosity was said to be a cat’s greatest weakness, something that often proved fatal to the poor, inquisitive feline. So then what did that mean for Katherine Pierce? Trouble — for she too suffered from the staggering effects easily found within the sting of curiosity.

Trouble be thy name.

Brows pulled low over eyes that fairly sparked with a rare seed of determination, Kat stalked the edges of the perimeter she knew Klaus’s little hybrid toys guarded, seeking a weakness in their defense but finding none. A fool’s quest, no doubt, teeming with the very real possibility of death, and yet she still risked it. Why? Now that was the question. For centuries, her only thought had been that of survival, the instinctive need to live past the present day affording her the drive required to elicit certain reactions from her, those of a far more … radical nature. Such as her admittedly foolishly decision to taunt Klaus merely by encroaching upon his territory, relishing the satisfactory thought of watching that bastard Original succumb to Death’s cold embrace. God, what she wouldn’t give to see him put in the ground, and the thought of forcing him there herself held an intense appeal she was incapable of ignoring. But she should have tried, given what that bastard could do to her, what he longed to do to her no doubt. When angered, he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. But damn it! She was tired of tiptoeing around him in an effort to remain undetected, tired of feeling so wretchedly helpless and weak in his presence. Though her first instinct was to run — just as she had for years now — Kat refused to give him the sick, twisted pleasure of knowing that he was the reason she’d taken flight, her fear of attracting his notice overcoming her confidence in her ability to survive. But despite her claim to the contrary, that wasn’t the only reason for her sudden and dare she admit, unwanted, visit.

An irritated scowl spreading across the generous swell of cherry-red lips, a physical attribute she was not above using to her advantage, Kat stood with her hands on her hips, deep in the throes of contemplation when, out of nowhere, one of Klaus’s precious minions hurtled into her, moving at such a pace that he’d surprisingly managed to elude her narrow-eyed, searching gaze — until now. Pressed against the wall, his magnetizing heat closing in around her, she immediately began to go over in her mind various escape routes that would prove effective … only to catch the scent of his arousal in the air. Musky. Decadent. Proof of the affect she had upon him. Irritation briefly forgotten in the face of this new development, a smug smirk took form, emphasizing her satisfaction and arrogant belief that she could perhaps utilize his attraction to her benefit. Didn’t she always? “Would you look at that? The little minion’s wearing his big boy pants,” she said snidely, desire stirring within her as his hand lightly grazed along the curvature of her hip, a teasing touch that was meant to entice as well as infuriate. “Have you nothing better to do than to spend your nights harassing poor, innocent women?” She would have laughed at the irony in that snappishly demanding comment, considering she’d been known to harass a damsel or two in her lifetime, if not for the fact that she was currently at Declan’s mercy. A damned hybrid! If anything, she should be the one who held the upper hand, not him. When she suddenly found her wrists shackled, however, Kat sensed the vampire within begging for release. It certainly didn’t appreciate being restrained. But thanks to years of practice, she was able to remain firmly in control of her facilities and instead opted to growl out a sharp, “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” followed shortly by, “This is a free country, Declan. I’m perfectly able to walk where I desire.” It wasn’t exactly a clever thing to do, bait the one who held sway over her predicament, but it was a rather entertaining pastime — a habit, if you would, one that would be terribly difficult to break, if she was of a mind to. Which, fortunately, she wasn’t.

But it wasn’t long before her conviction was tested; in the form of a furious Gage Declan. Whirling in his embrace as soon as he loosened his hold upon her, giving her yet another reason to want to do him harm — the asshole actually had the gall to restrain her, his strength and take-charge attitude surprising but not nearly as detestable as they should have been — she glared hotly into his dark, magnetic gaze, his ruggedly appealing features taking on a threatening cast in lieu of her appearance. Ah. So the little hybrid didn’t much care for the thought of her near his master. How … amusing. “How do you know I wouldn’t like it?” She purred, feeling very much like the cat who’d only just recently captured the canary, fingers lightly caressing his abdomen as she deliberately pressed against him, lips curving. “Go on, little minion,” she whispered, flashing a sultry look beneath her lashes. “Give it your best shot. I dare you.” She supposed some would argue that her brazenness would land her in a world of trouble, but Kat could care less, for Gage was an intriguing playmate, one she fully expected to prove her dominion over by the end of this night. My, what a lovely thought.

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With an obedient, yet keenly intelligent eye, Gage studied Klaus from his downcast angle, peering through the very tops of his eyes, through the thick set of lashes, accurately determining his Boss’s mood. Not good. Which meant, of course, he delivered the news he had to offer with a bit more silver lining, in this case a shrug and half smile, both nonchalant like it wasn’t really a problem; even if it was, he’d figure shit out. No need to further stress out Bossman. “It’s en route, you have my word you won’t go thirsty.” One way or another. Winking, in that way that out of all the minion, only Gage could ever really get away with. “You know why girls wear dresses Bossman?” It was more a statement, than a question, like he assumed Klaus already knew this, but was merely bringing it up for that wingman-esque support. “friendly FYI, the only correct answer to that is for men.” Again, another shrug – his signature gesture – as his own eyes traced to scan over the crowd, not searching for a woman, but any encroaching threat to his one and only master, not that Klaus couldn’t handle himself but that hardly stopped a minion from worrying! “Which in this equation equals you Sir, so loosen up, or your impressively intimidating stance might frighten your damsel off.” Gage teased, if nothing else trying to redirect his overlords anger onto him. At least then he wouldn’t be so mad over his girl. “Oh and Boss… Careful, or people are going to know.” How he felt about her, Gage wasn’t so sure Klaus realized how much he wore it on his face. Then again, few people knew his master’s facial expressions as well as he did. His survival sort of depended on it. “Just saying.” With that, Gage flashed his ever popular don't-kill-me-grin. After all, he was only looking out for him.

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Outroduction || Glaus

Where the hell was his whiskey? Vexation plagued his thoughts, as unwelcoming as it was slow in its departure. But given the way he’d caught himself frequently subjecting the entrance foyer to the hard-eyed stare of an impatient man, such was to be expected. Tapping his finger in rhythmic chagrin against his partially empty glass, Klaus turned to grace Gage with a warning frown to urge caution when speaking to him, but it wasn’t long before he was glancing in the direction of the front door again. “Small delay?” He said coolly, arms folded atop the banister as he considered throwing his supposedly loyal hybrid into the table directly below him. But unfortunately, he still had need of him — so there went that idea. “You know how I feel about small delays, Gage.” Though others might consider it strange that he acknowledged the identities of his hybrids, Klaus didn’t, for affording them individuality wouldn’t be enough to ensure their safety from the only thing they truly feared; their master’s wrath. “Of course she will.” Smugness laced his voice. “If only for an opportunity to wear the dress.” It was a bitter pill to swallow, certainly, but if his gift influenced her acceptance of his invitation, then who was he to complain?

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"Wouldn't dream of it. Merely stating a fact, but my you're defensive today. Let me guess... Hormones?"

"I assume nothing Bosswoman, other then the fact  that as it stands I'm currently stronger then you in that girlish figure. Just saying. You're lucky I'm a good little minion. Wouldn't dream of mutiny, you should be grateful really."

“Are you questioning my right to complain?”

“You assume logic will save you from my wrath?” He asked silkily, annoyance coating his — or rather her — tone. Funny how the sound of her voice was beginning to grate on his nerves when he’d rather enjoyed the sound of it before — when it had belonged solely to her. Damn the witch! 

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Cross the Line || Kage

Trespasser.

Before that thought could finish formulating, much less take root and hold, Gage was in motion. Surprisingly fast when he wanted to be, just as he honed the ability to be excessively strong when the time called for it. Both were elements that came into play now, as he apprehended the intruder without a flinch of hesitation and with a show of agile precision so astute it was damn mesmerizing – and slightly terrifying. Oh sure, Gage might choose to be subdued and submissive a good nine times out of ten, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of just the opposite on that tenth pull of the metaphorical fucking trigger. When it came to protecting his Alpha, he would have thrown himself at any threat. Better him then Bossman, after all, as he always said. Klaus could make a new hybrid minion, but Gage couldn’t make a new Original Hybrid. It was a sentiment this minion held strangely close to his heart, driven by his sheer dedication to the man he viewed startlingly as his salvation, as unlikely and downright bizarre a concept though it might be, it was nevertheless a true one. At least to Gage, Niklaus held the power to take life, and instead – for whatever reason – he’d given it to him.

And in return gained the most loyal minion a dictator could ever hope for.

Loyal enough to be forcefully strong as he hoisted the trespasser up – gender be damned; face first against the wall she’d been moments before creeping by, rock solid chest pressed firm, flush against the curvature of her back, effectively pinning the daring woman in place. It was only then recognition hit, as the familiar scent wafted up from her attractive curls he all but buried his nose into, instantly embraced him with such raw lustful allure, it was thickening. “Would you look at that, I’ve caught a Kat.” He purred coyly into her ear, guiding his hands down the swell of attractive hips as if to emphasize his point, but really it was just because he could. All too aware of just how weak and docile she thought him, and strangely, Gage got a kick out of showing her otherwise.

“Why the silence, caught your own tongue have you?” He taunted, in that same witty cheek that often got him in trouble with Klaus – at the same time as it amused him. Sometimes that was the only reason Gage thought he kept him around, because he could make the old bastard laugh, and so he never stopped striving to do just that. Bossman deserved happiness, along with the world. Now though – for once – it wasn’t thoughts of his boss that this minion was focused on, but rather the delectable Vampire he held for the rare moment at his mercy. Relishing it, as though aware it couldn't last and then, just like that, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to be here, his hands abruptly stopped their cheeky caress and moved to snatch her by the wrists, suspending them in the handcuff of his iron embrace, as his much colder, emotionless tone snarled out each word dripping with more emphasized malice then the last. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

Gage draws back enough she has the room to turn around, glaring hotly down into the fierce eyes that spin – expectedly – on him with scorn, looking equally ready to tear him apart as she did jump his bones. Funny, that sentiment was shared; even as he glowered down at her, embedded frustration lacing his naturally attractive features, he could hardly hide his arousal. Still, no threat against his Master was taken lightly, and so as he narrowed his eyes on her pretty face, Gage looked just about ready to kill her… and would, if she didn’t start talking soon. “Don’t make me insist love. Trust me, you wouldn’t like it.” Oh, he didn’t expect her to give up so easily – but that was fine. If she required more proof of his ability to dominate – should the moment require it – he’d be more than happy to prove he could.

For Klaus. 

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"You've got a complaint for everything, don't you Boss?"

"All I'm saying Boss is I don't see you falling for ugly eyes. Logistically speaking, that just doesn't make sense... How is that careless? For that matter, how am I supposed to make sure nothing happens to her if i'm so blinded?"

“You have no need to remind me of your duties. It was I who assigned them to you in the first place.”

“As long as you turn a blind eye to this body, I suppose I can overlook your careless deliverance of your words in this highly irregular situation — for the moment.”

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"No, I can't say I ever expect the Easter Bunny to show up in October... But I was expecting that female they call Miss Mystic. Y'know, that one who I'm not supposed to touch but equally not allowed to let anything happen to, isn't that right Boss?"

"What if I just said it's a good look on you?...... Relax. FYI, that was only a joke. But you can't argue with the fact you have impeccable taste. Feed me my liver if you must, but you know it's true." 

“And who were you expecting, that ridiculous rabbit with his ridiculous basket of eggs? Suppose the creature has a name, but it’s insignificant to this conversation.”

“Her eyes are quite beautiful, are they not? … Answer that, and I will have no choice but to feed you your own liver — in relatively minuscule pieces. Do we have an understanding?”

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".... Bossman?!"

Blinks, confused for a second and then just seems to accept it "Beat, no certainly not.... melt you with those eyes, maybe."

“I care not for your implications, Declan.”

“As if such a young vampire could possibly best me. It’s simply unthinkable.”

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"... Caroline?"

"... What did you do with my boss?"

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SMW: KLAUS

"I thought this was a given?"

"Ain't no other Bossman in my life."