Klaus & Five
WHO: Klaus and Five Hargreeves WHAT: Just bros being bros WHERE: The Waffle House WHEN: Wednesday 3rd March, late morning. WARNINGS: Potty mouths, mentions of drug use.
He was feeling a lot more settled now that he had a background buzz from the benzo he'd dropped before coming up. But he had concerns. He was now down to three pills, and they were his baseline okay, emergency diazepam rather than any kind of actually sweet high. And they were not going to last forever. Which meant venturing out. Which meant finding out from Five what was waiting for them out there.
He got dressed in the clothes that he'd come in, lacking any other option and gone downstairs. He found the same booth that he'd chosen the last few times, and he was rapidly growing to feel slightly territorial over for no real reason.
And because he was feeling a bit more himself and a bit less with the nausea and cold sweats he was feeling in the mood for eating, and could even browse the menu without going green, joy of joys!
"Five, five, five..." he muttered under his breath. "Hurry up, there isn't that much of you to wash..."