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best little bro ever, admit it.

[smartarse]

[ kol decides to take klaus out to the baseball batting cages that were once his kingdom. kol hadn't liked the idea of going to denver to spy on the most boring kid known to mankind, but these cages, with these fine, well-made bats, made it worth his while. it's a few decades after the doppelganger fiasco, something kol likes to linger on repeatedly whenever in his half-brother's presence. they've all managed to survive it, save finn and his stupidity, while the gilbert girl rots in her little one-pony town with a few scars he made sure would never heal. breaking damon into a pulp being one of them, of course.

he knows his brother has residual anger over the whole debacle. he lost, technically, but kol sees it as a win; he's forever in his little brother's presence, what with all the daggers klaus liked to put in his back having been burned thanks to the bennett witch. he always knew she had a thing for him. but he takes him to the batting cages - by talking non-stop in his ear until he caved - to release his anger and get over his little sensitive issues.

he has a bat, one that feels like home in his hands, and he holds a safety helmet for his brother. klaus might be the original hybrid, and kol might hold his title of an original with his other siblings, but no one can take away his well-earnt title of the original batsman.

stepping into a cage, he holds the helmet out for klaus to take. ] Now, when the ball comes at you, you swing. [ he does a little swing with his bat, something very uncharacteristic for a guy who enjoys beating the shit out of things. ] It helps to imagine one of the Salvatores' heads. But that's my personal preference.

never

[siring]

[Klaus does not understand his brother's fascination with this sport, but it's something to keep his brother occupied. He also doesn't understand why he agreed to this in the first place. Something to do with a drinking games and housewives on television (someone is catching up on all the reality television they've missed in the past century). In any case, he's hung over and not in the mood for this. The helmet gets tossed on the ground. This is like an insult, why would he need a helmet, Kol? Your brother is mostly indestructible.

Also it will mess up his hair.]

I prefer to keep it in the family. [Kol head-shaped balls sound fantastic. The pitching machine throws the first ball and his bat makes contact with a metallic CLINK.]

steals your coat 8(

[smartarse]

[ kol takes a step back, not even flinching despite feeling ilke he should. he glances to the helmet, the smile forming on his face before he can even think to wipe it off. he's trying to act like the mother hen here, concerned for the safety of her son. or whatever. he's learnt how to take pictures on his iphone, so he really wants one of niklaus wearing a helmet so he can upload it to facebook. ]

Safety, Niklaus! You're only in the little league, so they say. Baby steps and safety.

[ he figures he'll let klaus take the first few hits before he shows him how to really whack it out of the arena. kol is all about the home-runs. ]

NO

[siring]

[Tag a photo of him on facebook and he will shove that iphone down your throat just to watch you choke on it.]

Not a day goes by that I don't regret dumping your coffin in the ocean, Kol. Not a single day.

[And he swings again, cracking this one out of the park too.

He's lying, you're usually more entertaining than Elijah even if this baseball thing is dull.]

steals it anyway

[smartarse]

[ kol decides to push niklaus out of the way - not physically, but he steps in front of him for his turn. if his brother doesn't step back, it's not his fault if he gets hit. he looks over his shoulder, though, and his brow is furrowed as if in deep thought. ] Speaking of my coffin, do feel free to do so, mate. I have no use for it. [ and he grins, looking at niklaus before turning back and taking a swing. he's not going anywhere, dear brother. ]