Klaus Hargreeves (
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umbrellajackassery2019-03-17 08:31 pm
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All around me are familiar faces...
Whatever Five had done had brought them back, all of them, even Ben, and as far as any of them could tell -mostly thanks to Grace's input- was that it was the morning of their father's funeral, it was as if the past week had simply ceased to exist, they were getting a do-over and this time without the looming threat of an apocalypse hanging over their every move.
None of them questioned it, none of them wanted to, especially given as how they had Ben back, and so they didn't, they just continued on. They didn't continue on as if nothing had changed, because they all knew that literally everything had, and while for the most part they still couldn't stand each other -with a few exceptions- they were all still staying at the house, maybe just out of habit.
But it had been a long day, and Klaus was finding that his initial assessment had been correct and he really didn't care for being sober at all, but he was trying, he wanted to do better, wanted to see just what else he might be capable of.
But right at the moment, he just needed a nap, and the last person he expected to find in his room was, well, himself.
All he had to say, all he really could say about it was: "What, the fuck."
[ooc: as discussed, a post for the Klaus Brigade to go all Ghost of Christmas Future at each other, one on one, all at once, start with one and have another fall in later bc of dimensional weirdness, whatever y'all, we'll make it work, I believe in us.]
None of them questioned it, none of them wanted to, especially given as how they had Ben back, and so they didn't, they just continued on. They didn't continue on as if nothing had changed, because they all knew that literally everything had, and while for the most part they still couldn't stand each other -with a few exceptions- they were all still staying at the house, maybe just out of habit.
But it had been a long day, and Klaus was finding that his initial assessment had been correct and he really didn't care for being sober at all, but he was trying, he wanted to do better, wanted to see just what else he might be capable of.
But right at the moment, he just needed a nap, and the last person he expected to find in his room was, well, himself.
All he had to say, all he really could say about it was: "What, the fuck."
[ooc: as discussed, a post for the Klaus Brigade to go all Ghost of Christmas Future at each other, one on one, all at once, start with one and have another fall in later bc of dimensional weirdness, whatever y'all, we'll make it work, I believe in us.]
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"Okay, so, uh, obviously none of us have any idea what the fuck is going on right now, right? Show of hands? Anyone who knows what's going on, hand up, everyone else, hands down."
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"Kay, so... that's settled..." he mutters uncertainly.
The Klaus sporting the cut above his eye is still just as bewildered as the rest of them. He doesn't have a single clue what is happening, or even a theory of how it could be real. "So, uh-- will the real Slim Shady please stand up, cause this shit's givin' me a headache." He rubs at one temple as if to drive the point home that much further.