It is cold, but he’s having too much fun to just easily accept Obi-Wan’s thoughtful gesture. Instead he waits for Obi-Wan to nearly catch up with him before skipping down the hall with a giggle. The living room is full of sunlight and Klaus dances through it, dragging his fingertips lightly across the curtains to send them billowing out behind him.


I guess you’ll have to catch me,” he says as he loops through the kitchen and then makes his way around the sofa towards the cushions that Obi-Wan uses to meditate. His breasts and thighs jiggle a little with each step, and he reaches up to press his hands over his tits as he hops over to stand on a cushion, panting happily as he turns to look at Obi-Wan.