[He knows Five has been... around, sort of, in his own ninja-under-cover-of-night way. He's seen the tell-tale blue-white light of his brother's space jump out of the corner of his eye more than once. But he isn't too bothered by the way his older(oldest?) brother can't really seem to find it in him to approach him directly.
When he can't immediately find someone to stick with, Klaus perches in the most obviously public spaces of the house like the kitchen or, like right now, the living room. He tilts his head when he sees Five's puppy wander into the room with a blanket, which he promptly drags into Klaus' lap.]
Hey, boy. [He smiles, a small, sad-tinged thing that is more practiced than genuine, as he reaches to scratch between the dog's ears. He pulls the blanket into his lap and then calls the dog up onto the couch, pressing his face against his forehead, muttering quietly at the dog.] Hey, what're you doin', huh? What ya doin'? Five's not far, is he, boy? No... he's not.
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When he can't immediately find someone to stick with, Klaus perches in the most obviously public spaces of the house like the kitchen or, like right now, the living room. He tilts his head when he sees Five's puppy wander into the room with a blanket, which he promptly drags into Klaus' lap.]
Hey, boy. [He smiles, a small, sad-tinged thing that is more practiced than genuine, as he reaches to scratch between the dog's ears. He pulls the blanket into his lap and then calls the dog up onto the couch, pressing his face against his forehead, muttering quietly at the dog.] Hey, what're you doin', huh? What ya doin'? Five's not far, is he, boy? No... he's not.