Klaus
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Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.
"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."
Kersen stood and offered Klaus his hand, then led him out of the office, down a flight of stairs and (after a key-code locked entry) into the small studio apartment down there, even sparser than his office, but with a couch and bed and small kitchen.
"You're not lightheaded are you?" he asked suddenly. "There's some orange juice in the fridge..."
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Klaus smiled and belatedly explained one of his tattoos. He held out his arm and pointed at the Umbrella Academy symbol. "Ever heard of us? The Umbrella Academy. We were a thing, before it all went to shit. Six kids with powers. So yeah, I've seen stuff."
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"Dead people," Klaus provided. He passed a finger by his neck to indicate the slitting of a throat and then turned it into a fist as if hanging himself from a noose, then pointed a gun and pointed it at his own head and blew a raspberry as if shooting himself. Dead people. All manner of dead people.
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"So, you're dead," he changed the subject. Sort of. "That explains the lack of heart-beat... And you're cold. Not freezing, just... not warm."
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This was nice, laying in bed with someone. Just chatting, like everything was normal.
"Any other questions?" he murmured. He owed him that.
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Klaus wasn't a really curious person. It was probably the effects of drink and drugs, but he kinda floated around everything else.
"No, I was just wondering how long you've been like this."
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He sighed, still feeling a bit of a high. "This is a very cool way to feed, though."
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"Oh, right," Klaus said, sobering up a little. "I just meant the sex was great. But yeah, I guess it's not so great when its a daily routine for survival."
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