Who: Klaus and OPEN What: An unfortunate accident When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Random sidewalk equipped with a puddle Rating: Swearing but low, TBD
Life in Madison was great.
No, really. He had family here, he had a job that he was moderately decent at. He had friends, some with benefits some without. He also had a great drug connection in Kenny. Having his own place was cool too, especially since he didn't have to rely on his siblings for it. Presently he also had a big jumbo sized bag of Reese's Pieces balanced precariously in the crook of one arm like a giant peanut butter and chocolate baby, the top split open just enough so he could sample them on his way back to the apartment.
Ever since leaving the store, Klaus had been hounded (for lack of a better word) by a translucent blue glowy terrier weaving around and jumping at his ankles, no doubt trying to trip him up. Wasn't chocolate bad for dogs? Maybe not dead dogs but that wasn't the point. Klaus's foot nudged into the terrier's side, slipping right through it without any bother or notice from the dog who barked and leapt around in that annoying small dog fashion. About to turn a corner, Klaus shouted in surprise as an equally translucent blue glowy large cat careened around said corner and hissed at the terrier who in turn whipped around and right through Klaus's shins, barking at the cat as they headed down the street.
Good riddance. Smirking, Klaus looked behind him to watch the two ghost animals disappear and, not watching where he was going, knocked his elbow right into a stop sign pole. The knock caused the bag of Reese's Pieces to spill out all over the sidewalk and into the street, most of them landing right into a well-placed puddle at the curb. "Mother FUCKER!" He whined as he righted what little remained in the bag, looking down in dismay at the Reese's Pieces littering the sidewalk and street, and wondering if anyone would judge him for eating them anyway.