Young!Klaus Shenanigans

[ghostphone]

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[ghostphone]

He takes the snacks offered and takes a bite out of one of the apple slices. She knows him so well. And the fact that he had pretty much skipped dinner probably helped, too. He's glad she humors him about the reason she's here, because it lets him not think about... other things that he'd really rather not right now.

He settles against the pillows and watches as she produces the comics, a wide grin spreads across his face. "Damn, has it really been that long?" He snaps another piece of apple off the slice in his hand and rolls it into his mouth with his tongue before he drops it.

"Uhh, something about that robot guy, wasn't it?" He squints, trying to think back.

[lucky_no_7]

"Oh yeah!" She nodded, "Doctor Robotica. And I don't think that you can even get a doctorate in robotics, but whatever, it's not like he's actually using it for its intended purpose anyway."

Lucy was somewhat less smug about pointing out that kind of plot-hole than Five was, but she still did it, couldn't help herself, "You want to do the voices or the sound effects?" She asked as she made sure that the two issues she had were in order just so that they didn't actually get ahead of themselves.

[ghostphone]

"You don't need accuracy in comics, Luce." He says it like it's oh-so-obvious. But at least she was more teasing than, say, insufferable-know-it-all about it like some people. "Sound effects." He grins. Those were his favorite, although it's less fun when they have to be quiet about it. But he'll take what he can get in form of distractions tonight.

[lucky_no_7]

"A little bit would be nice, sometimes. I mean, at least give the villain the right degree for their field!" She laughed then, shaking her head as she snagged an apple slice, "But maybe that's why he's the villain, nobody told him he was in the wrong educational path for what he wanted to do."

She munched her apple slice as she opened the first book, clearing her throat and settling in, keeping her voice down as she read, and she did a passable impression of each of the others, even Klaus, because as far as she was concerned, 4 and 5 always got the best lines, which was something she'd complained about at least once.

[ghostphone]

He snorts at her theory. "Sure, that works." Klaus munches on the snacks she'd brought and listens to her read the story, providing all of the appropriate sound-effects at the right time. This was one of his favorite things in the world, and it only made sense to do with Lucy, because it had been her idea in the first place. And sometimes it's nice to have 'just them' things, with any combination of his family.

[lucky_no_7]

Constant vigilance was something that all of them had, to some degree, but Lucy more than most, thanks to her particular ability, which was why mid-sentence she just stopped dead, sliding the second comic into the first to mark their place even as she whispered: "Lay down, be asleep."

She wasn't sure if what she'd heard was just the house settling or a sibling-person in the hall, or if it was, in fact, Grace or Pogo coming to check up on them, but she knew that getting caught keeping him company after training would just lead to her being shooed back to her own room, whereas getting caught with the comics and clearly having a good time, would be something else completely.

[ghostphone]

The sudden pause and shift in her demeanor causes a bubble of panic to swell in Klaus' chest. He does as instructed though, sliding down to lay with his back to the door, doing his best to look as asleep as possible. He doesn't speak, barely breathes, as he waits for whatever she just heard to come to pass. Please don't make her leave. Please don't make her leave. Runs through his mind over and over. Even if Mom or Pogo catches them, he really, really hopes they let it slide because he really doesn't want to be alone tonight.

[lucky_no_7]

She settled as well, just leaning against the wall, hand on his shoulder, letting her own breathing slow. Careful not to move otherwise, fingers tapping lightly against his shoulder, counting off seconds, after two minutes she gave a squeeze and a barely-there: "Almost."

After another minute and a half she nodded, "Okay, think we're in the clear. Probably just house-noises."

[ghostphone]

He tries not to let her finger taps fuel the anxious squirming going on in his chest, but it's hard not to. Of all the nights in the world this was not one he needed ruined by being caught out of bed-- or, well, not sleeping, at least. He sighs in relief at her confirmation. "Thank god."

[lucky_no_7]

"And Saint Thaddeus." She agreed, smile tilting, as she invoked the patron saint of lost causes, as she occasionally did.

Truthfully she hadn't meant for the tapping to be anxiety-inducing, she'd meant it to be calming on top of letting her track the time elapsed, and it was always possible that what she'd heard was a person who was just being more patient than she gave them credit for, but she doubted it, there wasn't the weight of another person outside.

She was just a little more quiet when she resumed reading, leaning more comfortably against his side, where she was likely to stay unless he pushed her off.