With a faint grumble, Claus whips around, presumably about to shout something up at someone but the words get caught up in a choke at the sight of some kind of...fractaloid. He stands there, stiff as a board with his mouth hanging open for a solid second or so before managing to produce a sentence in an openly hostile tone.
"W-what? What do you want?"
His eyes narrow on Drachen, his lips curling into a sneer. "&$#@ off." He then turns and stomps off, hands shoved in his pockets. It would be a very poor idea to get involved any further.
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In attempts to run away from someone (or something) Claus turns a corner and skids to a halt just before crashing into you. He curses under his breath and is just about to simply run around you.