Klaus hasn't even noticed anything is weird or strange about the world. All he knows is he needs to get in the house before Dad realizes he's been gone for nearly three hours past curfew. Except he's probably already noticed and Klaus is gonna be in for actual hell when his training day rolls around tomorrow. Later today. Whatever.
Don't mind the child scaling the side of the house like he's done this more times than is at all healthy. He's just gonna climb up and to the window of his room and flip himself over the edge of the sill. He lands with a soft thud, and a somewhat sickening thwack! when his head hit the baseboard under the window. "FUCK!"
It takes him a moment or two to recover, doubled over his knees holding his head between his hands. When he finally feels like he might not just see stars when he looks up, he leans up and sits back on his knees.... only to be greeted with a room full of-- him...self? From....the future?
He blinks, hard, three times, and then a lot more in rapid succession. "I didn't even drink the Absinthe at that party, what the hell?!"
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Don't mind the child scaling the side of the house like he's done this more times than is at all healthy. He's just gonna climb up and to the window of his room and flip himself over the edge of the sill. He lands with a soft thud, and a somewhat sickening thwack! when his head hit the baseboard under the window. "FUCK!"
It takes him a moment or two to recover, doubled over his knees holding his head between his hands. When he finally feels like he might not just see stars when he looks up, he leans up and sits back on his knees.... only to be greeted with a room full of-- him...self? From....the future?
He blinks, hard, three times, and then a lot more in rapid succession. "I didn't even drink the Absinthe at that party, what the hell?!"