Hargreeves
It was probably a good thing that he'd had a little time to adjust to being himself again, it had been strange, that week of being young again, of not really knowing everything that lay ahead of him. Where his biggest concern had been whether or not he could talk Bill into making them pancakes for breakfast again for a third day in a row. Okay if he was being honest he'd have taken pancakes for breakfast three days in a row as an adult too, but it was less of a concern as an adult than it had been then.
Though to say he was concerned about anything as an adult was probably being overly generous, Klaus didn't really do things like concern, at least not about things like that.
But there he was, another day, ready to check out the doors again, see what they could grab - considering how much of what they'd had stored up had been gone through and enjoyed by pint sized versions of themselves it seemed like a good idea.
"I'm just saying," Klaus continued as he and Ben made their way into the house at the edge of town, "If I'd ever gotten to meet James Dean he'd have totally fallen for me." He finished as he pulled open one of the doors picked at random.
Peering inside he frowned at what looked like a darkened hallway, a little reminiscent of their home if he was being honest, maybe not exactly in looks but in feel at least. "Well this is new." He shrugged though, houses like this, always had something interesting to find within their walls.