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Klaus Hargreeves (quietthedead) wrote in snapthread,

"Ben!" Klaus pressed again, pushing himself up and onto Ben's bed kneeling beside him and pushing at his shoulders. "Wake up!" He told him again, nothing was right and Ben wasn't even waking up to see how it was all wrong, he was just trying to sleep, the same way Klaus had been before he'd realized that there was something strange about all of this and now here they were in this house that was theirs but wasn't theirs, and Ben just wanted to keep on sleeping.

He made a face, indignant and outraged when Ben asked if it was Christmas, "Course its not Christmas you freak." He rolled his eyes, leaning down over Ben and pushing at his other eyelid to force it open. "It's a robe! We've got bigger problems than my clothes, Ben. Look at me!" He held his hands out wide, as if Ben hadn't already been peering up at him, and really what was there to see, he was still himself, at least he thought he was. But he was sure if Ben looked at him he'd notice something that Klaus hadn't quite figured out yet.