birthday partying to win

Klaus stared at his phone in disbelief. Girls never deserved to spend birthdays alone, not being properly celebrated. What the hell? This was outright blasphemy, and he was going to fix it. After shooting off a few quick, to the point texts- mostly just to give a warning- he leapt from his bed and made a beeline for his closet. It was noon, and he'd had no other plans for the day otherwise, so he wasn't very dressed up quite yet. Now, though? Now there was real motivation.

He fussed over his clothes for a second. He knew Naomi was a fan of his mother, and he didn't need to attract negative attention on her birthday. Pretty boy Rosales look it was, then! His phone buzzed again, and he grinned at it while he was halfway through shrugging things on and fixing up his hair. He was so fucking serious right then.

He hurried down the flights of stairs, nearly tripping over himself a few times due to the rushing. He had places to be and a shooting star to gush over. He just managed to snatch his keys and wallet before he was out the front door.

He made a brief stop at the florists, but otherwise, from then on he went straight for Starlight, and arrived in the parking lot at around one pm. Honestly, this place had plenty of rich brats, so nobody blinked at his expensive convertible. They did give Klaus himself and his showy bouquet (stuffed full of all kinds of flowers, but mostly roses) a few looks, though. He stuck his tongue out, because he was clearly a very mature, respectable thirty year old man.

The academy was about as huge and impressive at he remembered. A part of him was a bit irritated he didn't own it. Ah well, he was still young, and had a whole immortality to use to snatch things up. Nothing was impossible, which settled down his grabby, agitated feelings a bit. He went back to thinking about Naomi, instead. Something he could actually have. He hummed as he walked, making his way to the athletics building.

When he was inside, he peered through the windows of various rooms until he found the one his cutie redhead was in. He bounced on his heels, grinned and waved like a dork (with both his hands and the oversized bouquet), and reached out with his aura to get Naomi's attention.

"Sorry but not sorry for making a scene, babe," Klaus chirped. "It's your birthday, you deserve a little flashy. Besides, an upcoming celebrity needs to get used to attention and whispers, yeah?"

He gave a baffled look in response to that, which gradually settled into an even stronger sense of outrage. He shook his head. "We're makin' this real special, then. Here." He handed over the bouquet, then curled an arm around her, and directed her to start walking with him.

He dipped his head to sniff the flowers a bit, humming pleasantly. "That's the whole intention, doll. Anyway, past going clubbing later, I don't have solid plans yet. If there's something you've been fantasizing about for a while now, you let me know now and I'll see what I can do. You're the star today, it's all about you."

He savored the sun while they strolled through the school grounds, definitely with a more even pace than he'd gone at the first time. The weather was getting nice and warm again, his favorite.

"I was thinkin' lunch, though. It's about that time and you were just working out. Haven't already eaten, have you? I'll treat you to anything you want."

He bounced over to the red convertible when they reached the parking lot again, letting Naomi into the passenger's side before sliding into the driver's seat. He tipped some sunglasses on and pointed fingerguns at the birthday girl. "Give us some music, shooting star."