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thx 4 beliving in me 5

[It won't be long after that text that Five might notice something loosely akin to a smoke signal being broadcasted from near the corner of 3rd & Main downtown. If there are also sirens, Klaus had nothing to do with it. Obviously.]

HURRY

[So, yes. Yes Five noticed. Indeed. He's on his way already with the van. He parks as close as he can get, watching the chaos unfold a bit before he would text back.]

I'm here. Walk down Main street, you'll see the van.
Hopefully.

He won't bother texting anymore. He's pretty sure one of the cops saw him, and all he can focus on is running until he turns the corner and finds Five, never more thankful in his life to see a van than he was in that moment. He takes about two seconds to swing himself into the front seat, door not even shut all the way yelling, "GOGOGO!"

Five was right for not stopping the engine. So once Klaus is half inside the van, he can get out of there as soon as possible. So even if the door is still open, Klaus is hopefully inside so Five can steer away from the scene without them being caught.

Once they get a bit further away, he checks if they are being followed in the rearview mirror.

"Was this your first arson? If yes, congratulations," he remarks then, setting the mirror.

"Uhh, yup. Sure was!" And it was kind of awesome, if he's honest. He just hopes his face was not caught on any street cameras because he really doesn't want to go to jail, he's too pretty for actual prison time, kthx.

"Haaave you... done a lot of arson, Five?" He squints at the too-calm way his brother asked that question, now that he thinks about it.

"Listen, sometimes fire is better than cleaning up, alright?" Five remarks, looking over at Klaus for a second before he turns toward the road ahead of them. "It's also a great way to signal your location," he adds. "It worked, right?"

He shrugs and spreads his hands, "Okay, fair. I'll take that answer." He just won't think about how weird it is that's his brother's go-to response. Whatever. It's fine. "It did, and we seem to have gotten away, so-- it all worked out!" he claps. "Are we just going home? I'm hungry..." He makes a face.

"You better," Five nods, because all the other answers are just... He doesn't want to think about it. Then he sighs, looking at his brother. "You should have grilled something while you were back there," he snorts.

"And what would I have grilled, Five? My jacket?!" Sorry, you don't already have a headache or anything, do you, darling brother? Because Klaus sure is yelling for no apparent reason. He's just loud sometimes. Or always. Aren't you glad you picked him up?!

"People?" Five asks back without missing a beat. And yes, headache is kinda permanent since he came back, so don't worry about it. "Fine! At least we can also celebrate the occasion of yet another thing that would disappoint dad."

"You're seriously fucking damaged. Just so you know." Seriously, Five, what the fu-uuuuck?! "Why do you gotta bring that asshole into this? Who cares what he would want." Klaus huffs and folds his arms over his chest, the epitome of a petulant child suddenly.

What. People can be grilled.

"Pot to the kettle, Klaus," he frowns though, maybe offended a little. Because come on, Klaus of all people calling him damaged... But at least he kind of got him to shut up. So Five just smirks triumphantly as he steers the van toward an italian place he wanted to check out anyway.

Gross.

Klaus just gives him his best glare (it's not very convincing), and fusses with the radio station. No, it doesn't matter that they're like less than six minutes away from a restaurant, he's gonna mess channel flip, thanks!

Once Five parks the van, Klaus perks up. "Yesss. Food."

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