[Klaus is lying in respective unhotness (read: it's warm, but not so warm that he will die immediately of inconvenience) when he hears the knock. They blink, peering at the door from their tiny little couch before getting up. The mushroom house is still cute, even if it is a little small, but they make their way towards the door and opens it, a confused but somewhat excited expression on their face.]
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