tact from me is like blood from a stone

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Isaac's birthday had been registered as the 17th of September, two weeks to the day before those children were born from mothers who weren't pregnant, the miracle children who were forgotten again until the unveiling of the Umbrella Academy.

Isaac had never learned much about it all. He'd lived somewhat sheltered from that part of the world and by the time he was old enough to explore on his own, the Umbrella Academy had come and gone and he was more interested in his own life and future.

But the blackouts became more frequent and the medication didn't help. He stopped taking the medication and it got more out of control, but he had found other ways to control it and by the time he was thirty, he was out of rehab (again) and didn't know what to do or where to go to learn about what he was.

So he used the last of his money to make his way to the old address of the Umbrella Academy and hoped someone there might be able to help.

He was raising his hand to knock on the door when he saw the flicker, a momentary glimpse and he stepped back enough that whoever was coming to the door wouldn't barrel into him...

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"Mostly insane."

Klaus shrugs, turns on a heel and almost topples before he gets a hand against the wall beside him. Balance is still off, he still feels like shit, but at least he can move. That's something.

Then he listens to Isaac while he talks about how some of this place looks, and chuckles softly.

"Huh. Sounds like Luther's super-dorky room, and mom's recharging area. Mom's great. Luther's okay, I guess. But here, this way this way, come on."

Turning a bit more, he holds a hand out, smiling at Isaac warmly.

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And Isaac smiles back, open. He takes Klaus' hand with his own, his nails stained with ink and paint and battered from years of handling nails and hammers and cleaning chemicals.

Much more cheekily, he then laces their fingers to get a firm grip. "Lay on, MacDuff."

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It isn't a long tour, because honestly Klaus can't be too bothered with explaining the history of most of the rooms. Lots of bad memories.

But the whole thing ends up back at Klaus' room, and he gestures vaguely inside.

"And now the piece de resistance, my room. Note the stunning plaid curtains and wall decorations, done by yours truly."

A little wink, and he leans against the doorframe, his hand still lightly connected to Isaac's.

"See anywhere you want to draw?"

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And Isaac doesn't care that much about the history anyway. He's mostly interested in knowing where things are. The kitchen, the bathroom, nothing much more needed.

The drawings and scrawling do actually draw Isaac's interest. He keeps hold of Klaus' fingers, moving to look at the burst of patterns. "Plenty of places, frankly. I suspect your back would be a lovely canvas, but I think the light in here wouldn't be great for portraiture."

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It's a little flattering that Isaac seems to be interested in his stupid scribbling, and he makes a little noise in his throat.

"Wait, what, my back?"

That's a bit confusing, and if Klaus isn't reading things wrong, maybe a little kinky? Just a little. Smirking, he turns to look at Isaac.

"Not sure how I feel about a portrait of me on my own back. Seems a little uh, narcissistic, right?"

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Isaac's genuinely interested in what Klaus has done. Maybe not his own stye, but he can appreciate the emotions that seem to have gone into it.

And then he laughs. "Well, I was more thinking it might be nice to just draw on your back in general, but wherever you're comfortable works for sketching you. Though, have to say, I know people who have tattoos of themselves on them and yeah, it's narcissistic."

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Klaus laughs when Isaac does, raising a brow at the other man.

"Yeah no thanks. No drawings of myself on my back, thanks." A pause, and then, "I have a tiger on my back already. You wanna see?"

It's curious, idle. If Isaac appreciates art, he might appreciate that.

"And uh, you're the artist. Draw what you want?"

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"Yeah, sure," Isaac agrees. He's always interested in other people's art and tattoos. "Let me see your tattoos first, then I'll get around to drawing something. On something."

No promises to what. Maybe a wall. Paper. Klaus. Something.