Once they're sent away to bed--no deviations from routine, ever--Klaus wastes absolutely no time in heading to his room. He had debated detouring to Ben's room instead, but decided against it at the last second.
He's settled as well as he's going to for now, perched at the edge of his bed with a marker in his hand, poised just away from the nearest part of the wall, which has slowly started collecting all sorts of phrases, poetic and depressing alike, through the last couple of years. The knock interrupts him and he jumps about a mile out of his skin. "Christ on a cracker." He mutters harshly under his breath, capping the marker and setting it on the table beside the bed before clamoring his way over toward the door to throw it open.
"Oh, hey, Luther... Dad send you?" The assumption is an easy enough one to make, all things considered. When Dad wanted to know things, he had a tendency to send Luther to find them out. Klaus doesn't actively hate his brother or anything so strongly worded, but they clash more often than not because Luther is so rigid and Klaus is everything but. Plus, it's hard not to harbor some jealousy toward The Favored Number One.
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He's settled as well as he's going to for now, perched at the edge of his bed with a marker in his hand, poised just away from the nearest part of the wall, which has slowly started collecting all sorts of phrases, poetic and depressing alike, through the last couple of years. The knock interrupts him and he jumps about a mile out of his skin. "Christ on a cracker." He mutters harshly under his breath, capping the marker and setting it on the table beside the bed before clamoring his way over toward the door to throw it open.
"Oh, hey, Luther... Dad send you?" The assumption is an easy enough one to make, all things considered. When Dad wanted to know things, he had a tendency to send Luther to find them out. Klaus doesn't actively hate his brother or anything so strongly worded, but they clash more often than not because Luther is so rigid and Klaus is everything but. Plus, it's hard not to harbor some jealousy toward The Favored Number One.