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[n5]

[ Five is in the garden, sitting on the grass with a big golden retriever seemingly sleeping on his lap, effectively pinning him in place. The dog's eyes are closed, but if one is observant, they might notice the tail wagging lazily behind him. Five has one hand on Sammy's head, gently scratching him between the ears as he tries to come up with what to say now that he's decided to announce his presence again.

He came back a few days ago after what feels like a lifetime away. He's found his other self, but he's been afraid to ask who else is around. Afraid about who might not be. But he's never been keen on wasting time, and while his memories are still fuzzy, it's better to rip the metaphorical ban-aid once and for all. ]

Ey, so...it's been some time. [ He's grown up, grown older, and even though it can't be seen because the dog is on his legs, Five left the damn shorts behind him a few years ago. There's also a tiredness in his eyes that wasn't there before. ]

I have two important questions;

Number one, who's not dead?
And number two, do we have any lint rollers?

[ As people can see by the sorry the state of Five's suit, now covered in fur, wearing dark clothes, and having a golden retriever as a pet is a bad combination. ]

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o7 Gotcha, ty

[n5]

Yes!? [ He knows that Klaus had always had a story with drugs and wanted to avoid the traumatic experiences that his powers brought with them, but it's still a surprise to know it got this bad while Five was gone. He's inwardly cursing Reginald again because his father sure didn't help matters. ]

That's not nothing, Klaus. [ When he speaks, Five keeps his voice calm and as light as he can. There's still a hint of worry that he can't quite mask, though. ]

I know things can get insane and difficult, and I get how sometimes finding ways to escape reality sounds very tempting. My vice of choice in the apocalypse was wine. [ And when things get really bad, he still gets drunk on his ass, so really, he can't judge, and he's not going to do that. ] But it doesn't need to be always like that. It won't be.

Thank you. [ He appreciates an honest answer. Or as honest as it can be under the circumstances. ]

ik it's a default umbrella (ha) warning w/ Klaus but i like to heads-up when it gets specific <3

[ghostphone]

Oh... [He frowns a little, not sure what to do or how to feel about that. Maybe it wasn't obvious like he thought. Maybe it just felt like it should be because he spent so many years, even already and not even yet in his twenties, screaming silently for help in empty hallways. It's not like any of his siblings could have exactly changed anything about it. When he's not high, he feels like he's always got one foot in a grave, anyway, and nobody can fix that.

He bites his lip and can feel the way he's almost shrinking into himself, knees drawing up, arms curling around his middle. He's too lanky to exactly look small, but he does look smaller like that, crunched in around himself. He looks like he wants to say something, but Klaus doesn't even know what it would be. Where to start. What he even wants to say. He just feels it like something burning inside his chest.]

Hah, and yes that makes sense <333

[n5]

[ Ah, crap. Five hadn't anticipated the conversation going this way. He sure didn't want to make Klaus feel bad or guilty. Shit, shit, shit...]

Klaus...can you tell me where you are? [ So he can teleport there, Five implies. ]

[ghostphone]

Attic window. [His voice sounds so small.

Even knowing that he asked so he could space-jump to him, Klaus jolts a little at the warble of Five’s powers when he finds him.]

Hey…

[n5]

[ He doesn't say anything else, teleporting there as Klaus assumed. ]

Agh. H...hello.[ In retrospect, it's not surprising that his brother is startled because Five isn't alone. Sammy was still on his lap when he decided to move, and now Five's standing there in the attic trying to hold up bridal-style an adult golden Retriever that weighs 70 pounds.

Sammy himself seems confused in that way all big dogs get when you pick them up, and then he starts wiggling and trying to break free. Five leans in to place him on the floor before the dog gets hurt, but Sammy accidentally knocks him on his ass in the process. ]

...this was easier when he was a puppy.