It's so distinctly, unmistakably Klaus, from the singsong cadence to the long lanky limbs and the piss-poor timing of humour. That natural rhythm of barely missing a beat, despite being deposited hell knows where, separated and (almost) alone, again.
Christ, Five's glad he found him. Now he just has to make sure - to. make sure he doesn't lose track. Because if he finds a way out - or when - he does not want to spend three days trying to find him again.
There's another brief second where Five has to resist the urge to knock the hat from his brother's head but somehow decides that that would be too petty, even for him.
"No one else is here, Klaus. This isn't anywhere near where we're supposed to be. This isn't even 2019," he pinches the bridge of his nose, before he gives Klaus a once-over, irritation belying genuine concern. "You okay? What's the last thing you remember?"
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It's so distinctly, unmistakably Klaus, from the singsong cadence to the long lanky limbs and the piss-poor timing of humour. That natural rhythm of barely missing a beat, despite being deposited hell knows where, separated and (almost) alone, again.
Christ, Five's glad he found him. Now he just has to make sure - to. make sure he doesn't lose track. Because if he finds a way out - or when - he does not want to spend three days trying to find him again.
There's another brief second where Five has to resist the urge to knock the hat from his brother's head but somehow decides that that would be too petty, even for him.
"No one else is here, Klaus. This isn't anywhere near where we're supposed to be. This isn't even 2019," he pinches the bridge of his nose, before he gives Klaus a once-over, irritation belying genuine concern. "You okay? What's the last thing you remember?"