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Klaus Hargreeves (quattuor) wrote in somerealityrpg,

“I got it.” He noticed the letter at about the same time the kid did, blinked, and snatched it up anyway. “I’m just gonna [...] put it there.” And he stuffed it in a pocket inside the kid’s jacket. “For safe-keeping, since we’re all out of unicorns.” That statement would probably only make sense to Klaus, but he knew that was part of his charm. Finally, he effortlessly lifted the kid into an easier, standing position, and held him tight. After months of running around in the jungle with rucksacks that easily weighed a hundred pounds easy; add a lightweight kid, and it was laughably easy.

“Just got here? Because I did, and a letter like that practically smacked me in the face, which was rude [...]” Klaus was just talking for the sake of filling a rather one-sided silence at this point, but it made him feel better, so what was the harm. “Rude, huh?” Putting one foot in front of the other, they stepped outside of the alley, and Klaus squinted at the street in front of him. “I saw a clinic over that way. Thank God I was chasing a burrito. You up for it?”