Klaus | Ben
An evil cat seemed pretty uneventful, so maybe for the most part was just right. Looking around, everyone looked pretty ...normal. If the new normal was everyone being entirely too good looking and well muscled anyway. Ben frowned, suddenly rather anxious, and it most definitely wasn't about Five.
He deposited the chips and the rest on the countertop of the bar and moved to stand a little closer to Klaus, because there hadn't been people yesterday, it'd just been the two of them in the dark and this was different. It was a lot.
"I don't know if I want a groove." At least he didn't want one if it was what he thought Klaus was talking about. Which it was, because about the only language he spoke fluently anymore was Klaus.