Klaus Hargreeves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sexytrash_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} chaosisland,@ 2022-08-14 08:33:00 |
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What: Klaus arrives
Where: Five's apartment in the city
When: Early morning
Status/warnings: Unfinished/Hargreeves
Caribbean beach party. Japanese train station. Oktoberfest full of drunk Germans. The empty apartment he was facing now was certainly a downgrade. Even to the train station. At least, it had had a cat as its station master. Certainly an odd choice of heaven. But an empty apartment - the most boring of boring people had to be living here. No signs of a party. No signs of any personality trait. Booooooring.
Speaking of boring - Luther had yet to cross over to this heaven. At least, it left Klaus unpestered for a little while. His gaze wandered around the room until it fell onto bar cart. "Oh hellooo..." he cooed and walked to the cart. Rum. Whiskey. Tequila. All were inspected. Some only visually while others found its way into his mouth. The day had already been improved. "You and you..." He picked up to bottles, was about to walk towards the fridge when he spotted, turned around added a bottle of single malt whiskey to his little collection. "Yes, couldn't leave you behind..." His collection found a place on the kitchen isle. With a bottle in hand, he opened a fridge. Like his own fridge, it didn't contain many items that any decent person would call sufficient to provide a meal. Unlike, his own fridge it wasn't decorated with leftovers that would rather be found in a garbage can than anywhere else.