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Klaus Hargreeves (fourthranked) wrote in somerealityrpg,

When Alison began to write at him, he couldn’t help but stare at her confused. He couldn’t help it, but his eyes roamed down to the bandaid that lay across her throat. She couldn’t talk again? What the hell had happened? He had opened his mouth to ask her when she went off chasing a piece of paper.

“Alison, what the--” When she brought him the paper, he stopped speaking for a second to scan it over, his eyebrows raised. This was… well, it was something. “What did Five do now…?” He asked mostly to himself. He looked up at Alison, and sighed a bit.

“If I said… Dallas, what would you say?” He asked her watching her face for any changes of expression. She really was from before they jumped, wasn’t she? He leaned in and hugged her again. He didn’t know what to say, did she even know that they didn’t stop the apocalypse?

"I need a drink."