Klaus Hargreeves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fourthranked) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} somerealityrpg,@ 2020-08-02 20:29:00 |
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What: Everyone’s favorite Hargreeve has arrived
Where: An alley near the apartment building.
When: Sunday Evening.
Spoilers: The Umbrella Academy, Season Two
Klaus closed his eyes as he processed the off-brand Umbrella Academy-- The Sparrow Academy, he reminded himself mentally. None of that mattered to him though. Ben was alive. Ben was really, truly, honestly, physically alive. Even though he had gone from elation to dread at the sound of his father's voice, there was just--- something unexplainable when he saw Ben in the flesh having already resigned himself to never talking to him again. He was just processing the grief for the first time ever. And then he was standing in front of him.
Klaus didn’t realize that he was standing in the heat until a few moments later. He opened his eyes, confusing focusing in his eyes. How the fuck was he standing outside? Alone. In an alley. Why was it always an alley. A burst of rage channeled through him, and he kicked the dumpster. Who had opened the damn briefcase? Had Five jumped to fix this again? Why did it always work like this.
“What are we going to do?” He found himself asking out loud. Only silence answered him. He was so used to Ben being near him that he just naturally said things out loud. It was only then did Klaus realize he was alone. He was alone for the first time in his life and his heart sank into his stomach. There was the unmistakable itch in his palms that told him to numb himself, that told him this city seemed big enough that he could find a dealer if he tried hard enough. So long as he wasn’t in the 60s again, but by the look of the cars driving past, he was home.
He just had to breathe. Figure it out. But across the street there was a gas station that was advertising White Claws. They weren’t Klaus’ favorite, naturally, but any port in a storm. He anxiously tugged on his shirt and stepped out onto the street, bumping into someone he only half paid attention to.