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

He takes another hit before passing it back. The silence that sits between them is heavy and it's hard to deal with, because he really doesn't know what to say, but he can't stand listening to all of the nothing trying to suffocate the room, either. How do you skip topics after a conversation--and full-blown breakdown--like that, though? He fidgets a little and glances around the room, trying to find something, anything that might be good enough to fumble through until everything feels less knife-sharp rip in his chest.

The dominoes.
They were gonna play. Before.

He shoves both hands through his hair before he pushes himself up on his knees to shift and move back over to the pile of tiles, dragging seven of them toward himself and setting them up. He doesn't care if Klaus follows suit or not. If he does, great, they'll play; if not, then he'll just start setting them up in some design or another to knock over for the sake of something to do.

It's almost suffocating, really, and Klaus is thankful for the distraction if he's being quite honest. He tucks the smoke into the corner of his mouth, glances around while he inhales, seeking out the dominoes he'd dropped earlier when something suddenly occurs to him: why not use that fancy new technique he's been trying out with Five lately?

"Hey, watch this shit," and it sounds like the beginning of one of those 'hold my beer' moments, but it's technically less harmful for everyone. Klaus takes another pull, hands the bud back to his younger self, turns in the direction to face one of the items he's searching for and pops his knuckles. "Okay, it might not work right away, but..."

The hand motions are completely unnecessary; it all has to do with mind movement or whatever, but curving his fingers and twisting his wrist just looks cooler and makes sense for who he is as a person. He talks with his hands, so why wouldn't he use a power the same way, particularly one where he's 'moving' things as it were?

For the longest time, nothing spectacular happens-- it's probably a letdown, to be honest, except when the domino that'd been some feet away comes floating over, hovers momentarily in front of the other Klaus then sets down across the few tiles he's already gotten set up. Well, damn, I guess the practice is paying off.

The comment is enough to get his attention and he looks over at the other man, confused for a moment. He has no idea what to expect, and it doesn't really get any clearer as he watches him make some weird, vague motions with his hand.

"Dude, what--?" He lifts one hand in the air, face twisting into a question of a kind until it all completely fades away when one of the dominoes starts floating. His eyes widen when it hovers just in front of his face and his jaw drops. "What the fuck? What the fuck! You did that? We can do that?!"

Distraction officially achieved, Klaus. Good job.

And that's a win for him, he'd say.

Klaus bursts into laughter at his doppelganger's reaction, clenches a fist then pumps it into the air. "Fuck yeah, dude, I'm so glad this worked!" Amusement and excitement may not be the most appropriate things after what they've just discussed, but he'll take those over the heartbreaking sadness they were feeling moments ago.

"Apparently. I was coming down off a high after rescuing Five from the chandelier when I first discovered it." He softens somewhat, however the smile on his face is still partially present. "He's been helping me practice and I've gotten better, but uh... this is the first time I've tried again while intoxicated." A pause, his eyes darting around the room they're in. "Here's hoping I don't royally fuck something up."

Klaus has always had wildly inappropriately timed emotions, so he's really not as phased by this as someone else might have been. It's so much easier to lose himself into something better, happier, anything other than the sad, screaming desperation he doesn't want to fall further into.

"Weeeeird." he draws the word out and glances around the room. It's sort of a constant mess, but... He spins his attention back to the older man. "Do it again. Do something else!" What? It was cool!

Ah, yes, this is a much better thing to focus their attention on. His twin faces him again and Klaus snorts, peering around the room for anything else he could levitate for him before an idea pops into his head: why not himself? He'd done it with Five, but that'd been an emergency, which means it could be different.

But they'll never know if he doesn't try. "Okay," he huffs, shaking his arms out first then his legs, followed by another brisk exhale. "I can't promise this one is going to work. If it doesn't, I'll move something else."

"Ohh-kaaaay...." He squints at him, watching carefully, trying his hardest not to blink so he won't miss whatever it is Klaus is going to do next. He's practically teeming with excitement about it, waiting.

Figuring he's limbered out as much as he's going to be able to, Klaus closes his eyes, concentrates on what he wants moving rather than what shouldn't. At first, it's just his toes lifting a couple inches off the floor, but once he gets a little higher, he draws his legs up (mid-air, mind you) and crosses them one over the other in a lotus position, eyes fluttering open afterward.

"Oh," the taller medium notes, a wide grin coming across his face while he peers down. "Shit, it worked? Must not be too fuck up, then."

He watches with ever-widening eyes, and even further widening grin, as Klaus slowly starts to hover mid-air. "Holy shit, that's so awesome! How the fuck-- This is so not fair! How do I do that?!"

He upturns his palms, lifts his shoulders in a half-assed shrug then teeters both hands. "No idea, half-pint. I've only been able to do this for... maybe two weeks at the longest? And that's practicing every day for a few hours."

"So, what's the trick? Is it all Peter Pan and think happy thoughts or what?" He pushes him again. "Come on, old man, give me your magician's secrets, here!"

"God, if only it were that easy," he laughs, waving his hands dismissively. "No, it's more like... thinking about moving the object with your mind rather than your hand. If that makes any goddamn sense?" Followed by another snort from the older Klaus while he shifts around and stretches out on his side, props an elbow up and drops a cheek in his palm.

Klaus stares at him for a moment, like maybe he's considering if that does make sense or not before--

"No." he shakes his head. "That doesn't make sense at all. How the fuck--?" He huffs. This is stupid. Why can't he do cool shit like that?!

Following an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, "Okay, come here." Maybe it'll be strange to do it like this, but he can't think of any other way to help him understand while he's still buzzing.

"And this is going to be weird, but... bear with me, okay?"

"Okay..." he frowns and moves closer, giving his older self a confused look. "What do you want me to do?" There's a buzz of confused excitement at the idea of, well, he doesn't know-- but whatever he's about to do, Klaus is pretty sure it's gonna be cool!

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

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