Investigation: Seven/Klaus
"Fancy," Klaus had murmured at the security gates that swung open with hardly any indication from the guy on the steps.
Seeing the alcohol in his client's possession sent a thrill of want through Klaus. Oh, he was going to be ludicrously off his face in a few hours, it was going to be wonderful.
"One ghost and you're hitting the bottle?" Klaus asked, because, okay, he could understand that. But Seven couldn't see his otherworldly companion. He didn't have to face whatever horrible thing the other person had died from. And suddenly Klaus was having cold feet again. Why the fuck was he doing this?
Oh, the money. The wonderful, wonderful money. It hadn't been that initially. No, initially it had been the goodness of Klaus' heart that had made him offer this. But the money sweetened the deal. Klaus took the envelope and didn't bother counting it. It was still more money than he currently had.
He looked around as they went up the stairs, then around the bedroom. His ghostly friends outside said he was sober enough to be able to do this, he should be able to see whoever was lurking in here. He turned in a slow circle, looking at everything, and then pausing once he'd reached the full 360.
There was a man. Klaus tipped his head and looked at him. Thankfully there was no sign of a violent death. He just looked a little...weary. Still, Klaus hated the chill it gave him, a weird ache low in his stomach.
"You look like you should play Superman," he said to the ghost. "You have the facial structure. And the hair. Is that intentional?"