(five did everything to get back to his family to save them and avoid the apocalypse along the way. he didn't intend to lose any siblings, including ben, and he sure didn't intend for klaus to get stranded in a timeline alone for three years. despite the unfortunate blunders along the way, against the odds, here they are.
they've done what seemed to be damn right impossible. five had been sure he was going to strangle one of his family members and he hadn't even been entirely certain on which of them it would be.
in the end, despite another nearly horrific end to them (a memory that helps five forgive every infuriatingly stupid and godforsaken thing his siblings did along the way), they'd survived and their drinks are as good a victory treat as any. for a victory drink, klaus goes through it quickly. five doesn't bother squashing a smile at the cocktail bubbles and the laughing, at klaus up and absurd enough to already be considered drunk. enjoyable enough, five’s sipping on his drink around his amusement.) Not a chance on Homer, not in this family. Vonnegut? Dostoyevki can certainly be included.
(five trusts klaus with that; certain other siblings would have ruined the mood to interrogate him on his remark about not killing. klaus, however, has the intended reaction. pop lyrics. maybe not exactly how he intended, but close enough.) Do you think the 90s is offended with how you’re using its lyrics? (he asks with amusement threaded through his voice.
five couldn’t begin to know where the old record player is, has barely been back and sure hasn’t used that time with the record player. their other siblings, though, do seem to know. allison is the one to pause, still laughing, as she gets up to retrieve it. five takes the time to finish off his drink and slinks behind the bar to fix himself and klaus both another.)
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they've done what seemed to be damn right impossible. five had been sure he was going to strangle one of his family members and he hadn't even been entirely certain on which of them it would be.
in the end, despite another nearly horrific end to them (a memory that helps five forgive every infuriatingly stupid and godforsaken thing his siblings did along the way), they'd survived and their drinks are as good a victory treat as any. for a victory drink, klaus goes through it quickly. five doesn't bother squashing a smile at the cocktail bubbles and the laughing, at klaus up and absurd enough to already be considered drunk. enjoyable enough, five’s sipping on his drink around his amusement.) Not a chance on Homer, not in this family. Vonnegut? Dostoyevki can certainly be included.
(five trusts klaus with that; certain other siblings would have ruined the mood to interrogate him on his remark about not killing. klaus, however, has the intended reaction. pop lyrics. maybe not exactly how he intended, but close enough.) Do you think the 90s is offended with how you’re using its lyrics? (he asks with amusement threaded through his voice.
five couldn’t begin to know where the old record player is, has barely been back and sure hasn’t used that time with the record player. their other siblings, though, do seem to know. allison is the one to pause, still laughing, as she gets up to retrieve it. five takes the time to finish off his drink and slinks behind the bar to fix himself and klaus both another.)