Klaus Hargreeves (
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umbrellajackassery2019-04-02 06:44 pm
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{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

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Sorry, dude. Your teenage-self is kind of an ass.
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He took another slug of his coffee before setting the cup aside where he wouldn't knock it over while he dug through the pile of detritus on the nearest chair for his emergency supplies kit, the one that was mostly a first aid kit, wrangling neosporin and a bandaid onto his quicked thumb even as he rambled, "Probably because nobody making those warnings could have predicted anything like this, even if they were fans of sci-fi or whatever and I'm pretty sure none of them were, way too grounded for that kind of thing."
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He watches his future-self dig around for something in the mess on the chair, an eyebrow perked in his direction. "Yeah, they'd have to be tripping pretty hard on some serious whacked out shit to think of this." he agrees with a nod.
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He sat back then, unexpectedly more somber than he had been moments before, "I mean... at least now you know how badly the rest of us fucked up, and when you get back, if you want to get back, however the hell that's even going to work..." Realizing he was dangerously close to sidetracking himself he shook his head, flicking his hand before settling again, "I'm just saying, you can do better. If you even want to."
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"It's just... scary, y'know? You... you guys act like- like dying is just... almost like it's a game or something, I mean..." He stares down at the burning bud paper between his fingers. "Maybe that's not the right word, but... it just seems like it doesn't matter to any of you. When did it stop?"
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"It still matters, it's just that..." His brow furrowed, thumping his bandaged thumb against his coffee cup, trying to think, he'd never had to justify this before, not even to himself, and he didn't have the right words to so now that he had to, "I don't fuckin' know." He finally concluded, shaking his head and reaching over, flicking his fingers, "Gimme."
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