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👻 you can't kill something that's already dead (for spatialjump)

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So it's back here again.

As usual, Klaus is doing his best Ben impression, trying to be invisible and go unnoticed and all that. Stealth is not his strong point but he does the best he can do with what he's got, and most of what he's got consists of pressing his back to the wall near corners and peering around them as if he's not being completely frigging obvious. Mostly, the sad attempts at making his gangly body cooperate enough to keep his presence on the down-low is for show. They say you can get used to anything, and compared to the constant screaming melodrama of dead people, doubles of yourself from alternate universe don't seem like quite as big a deal.

Whatever.

He's on his way up to the attic, planning to stage a coup on Allison's favourite 'secret' smoking spot by the window when he hears the distinct tap-swish-tap of chalk moving briskly over...probably not a chalkboard. Sidling up to the open door, he leans against the frame, weight braced on one leg while the other rests, ankles crossed, arms crossed, one brow raised.

Five is there. Still wearing the stupid uniform. Standing on his side table so he can reach the last untouched crevasses of empty space on his walls.

"Wow, that is a truly impressive feat, old-timer. Just when I thought there was no more room for more honour roll mathematics, you somehow managed to prove me wrong."