{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

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{Maybe I'm scared, I don't care, I'm addicted

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The one thing that's struck the youngest version of Klaus as the weirdest is the apparently varying degrees to which a handful of his older selves seem to be attempting sobriety. And for the most part, it doesn't seem to be because of their siblings being on their cases, but just an honest choice of their own making. He doesn't get it, and he hasn't bothered to ask about it, either. If they wanted to discuss it, they were the adults of the bedroom and they could bring it up. He doesn't particularly care either way. Which is easily shown with the easy way he goes about rolling a blunt, sitting with his legs criss-crossed underneath him while he works. He doesn't intend on slowing down or stopping his own habits just because some other, older, lamer version of him is trying to. He glances up when someone enters the room and gives a distracted half-hearted nod. "What'sup?" He doesn't bother trying to hide what he's doing, everyone already knows, even Mom.

{Can't sleep, can't dream, long nights, no peace

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Nights are the worst time for Klaus, because the ghosts tend to like to appear more then. He supposes it's just their natural habitat or something, more shadows to hide in or jump out of and the like. He remembers being little and crying in the dark about a woman in the closet that wouldn't leave him alone. Dad didn't believe him, but she was there, she was always there, waiting for him to go to bed at night, all the lights to be out, before she'd show up. Long, fancy-ish, blood-spattered dress, long dark hair, sad eyes. She never said much-- she just screamed. It was terrifying. But unfortunately, even on nights he was numb enough not to be bothered by spirits, sleep still didn't come easy. Self-taught insomnia, he supposes, but he gets bored of trying to lay somewhere-- whether it's the bed, a chair, in a pile of clothes or just on the floor-- and get some sleep. Eventually, he gets up and rummages around the closet for something to do. Most nights, one or the other of his older selves are also awake, so he'll drag out a deck of cards, a set of dominoes, or some boardgame or another so they'd have something to do to pass all the time they weren't sleeping.

{Can't sleep alone in this haunted home

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On nights when his other selves are busy, gone, asleep, or in some other way occupied and he has no hope of sleeping stuck alone in his room, Klaus slips out and wanders around the empty, quiet halls of the house. After some internal debate about who might be best to potentially bother, he'll make his way into one of the others' rooms, and either take up a chair or slip into the bed with them outright. Usually he goes for a sibling, because they were the safest ones for all intents and purposes, but he might misjudge the room he's sliding into and end up somewhere else, too. He tries his best not to wake them, that isn't really his intended purpose, he just doesn't want to be alone.