(klaus is more than right there. the house's halls are haunted with old memories, but it's the bad memories that float easiest to the surface. five knows better, spent enough years missing this house and his family. it's easy to drift into sentimentality on a good day, easier with an empty glass in front of him. downright dangerous when klaus threatens to make him another drink.
wild, he does say.
klaus is always a showgirl. he's as well acquainted with the bar as five is, but his hands are more graceful, putting the drink together with a gifted flourish. while five isn't the show pony that klaus is, this is something they have in common. he's spent too many nights drinking, the intoxication an easy comfort. he understands that.
an eyebrow rises when the drink's name comes out of klaus's mouth, a wordless challenge for the perhaps unspoken tease.) Thanks. (he says instead of confronting klaus's tease.
surprisingly, five finds that he doesn't mind, might even be pleased when klaus takes a seat next to him. with the rest of their siblings laughter ringing behind them, five is content with the cozy bar of just them and drinks. he lifts his glass, gently clinking them in a proper toast, copying klaus.) We can only hope. My sanity can't take another end of the world situation.
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wild, he does say.
klaus is always a showgirl. he's as well acquainted with the bar as five is, but his hands are more graceful, putting the drink together with a gifted flourish. while five isn't the show pony that klaus is, this is something they have in common. he's spent too many nights drinking, the intoxication an easy comfort. he understands that.
an eyebrow rises when the drink's name comes out of klaus's mouth, a wordless challenge for the perhaps unspoken tease.) Thanks. (he says instead of confronting klaus's tease.
surprisingly, five finds that he doesn't mind, might even be pleased when klaus takes a seat next to him. with the rest of their siblings laughter ringing behind them, five is content with the cozy bar of just them and drinks. he lifts his glass, gently clinking them in a proper toast, copying klaus.) We can only hope. My sanity can't take another end of the world situation.