Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

Klaus snorted, an inkling of a smile across his lips. "You put it there."

"Huh?" Peggy furrowed her brows in confusions, tilting her head. "When? Why?"

The smile grew to a grin. "You reached for an icepack and grabbed that instead."

"So I've just been sitting here, with a lug wrench on my shoulder, blabbering on about suits?" She squinted up at him, only to blink as she realized just how close they were.

He chuckled, his eyes squinting slightly because of it. "It sounds eve stupider when you say it."

"Klaus!" She nudged him with her shoulder, shaking her head as she tossed the wrench onto one of the table. "You coulda said something!"

"What?" he asked, chuckling some more. "I found it amusing."

"That's nice. On top of looking stupid, I feel stupid, too." She huffed, crossing her good arm over her chest.

"Oh, stop," he said, rolling his eyes. "I didn't realize it wounded your pride so much."

"Everything hurts my pride. I'm sensitive." She said, leaning into him dramatically.

"Oh, pshh," he said, pushing her back up. "You have your millions of dollars to drown your sorrow."

"Hmmm…good point. I'm taking you shopping with me tomorrow, in that case. Thanks for volunteering." She shot him a charmingly bright smile, closing her sketchbook.

"What, are you gonna drug me again if I don't go?" He asked, shooting her a dry look.

"No, but I'll hire someone to kidnap you." She paused, thinking, and then her grin turned wicked. "Or I could just cry. My bet is, you'd be so confused you'd say yes just to get me to stop."

"Guilt tripping a sociopath." He rolled his eyes at the thought. "Sounds like a Cards Against Humanity card."

"Wow, I know what I'm suggesting at the next board meeting." She joked, planting her feet on the ground to slide the chair across to another table, just as her phone buzzed. "I'm debating ordering pizza."

"Why debate it?" he asked. "If you're hungry, than get it."

"Problem is, I can't tell if I'm hungry, or just in pain." She said, looking over the items on the table.

"A nap always helps me know what I'm feeling," he offered, shrugging.

"I've got a suit to make though." She paused, before sliding back to her phone. "Y'know what, I'll get some anyway. If it's not eaten right away, I can heat it up. What kinda toppings you into?"

"I told you I'm not hungry," he pointed out. "I, for one, know that it's just pain."

"I was trying to be polite, in case you changed your mind." She stuck her tongue out at him as she dialed. "There are painkillers in the file cabinet over there, top drawer. They're under the safety goggles."

"I don't trust pain killers," he said, sticking his tongue back out at her. "I don't need to get addicted to that shit."

"Well toss some to me then. I have no inhibitions of the sort." She pressed call, lifting the phone to her ear.

"How about no," he said defiantly. "You aren't the boss of me, Ms. Stark."

She wrinkled her nose at the use of her last name in such a formal way, flipping him off as she placed her order.

"Flip me off again and I'mma bite that finger off," Klaus said loud enough for the telephone operator to hear.

Peggy choked, turning into a coughing fit as she tried to finish the order as quick as possible, hanging up a minute later. "Klaus!"

"Hehehe," he giggled triumphantly, throwing his good arm up in victory.

"Dude! They're never gonna deliver here again after that!" She scolded, trying not to laugh.