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its not something you have to wsowry about so that"s fine

also yea thats probly obvisus. im sorry

kinda wy i need bench time

is it ok

It's fine, I don't mind.

I am more worried you will pass out somewhere and drown in your own vomit.

[She's such a charmer.]

dont worry i got decades of practice not drouwnning in my own vomit, im very goo da tit

ha ha

tit

[After a few minutes:]

did you knwo how hard it is to type on these things and walk at the same time

[................. Whelp, time for her to babysit an adult.

... Again.]

The inebriation does not help.

I'll be here when you need me.

[And yes, she really will be at the bench first, no matter how close Klaus had been in comparison.

Don't even question it.]

k almos there i think

toodles

[There's nothing to question, Klaus is drunk off his ass and gets lost half the time he's going down the block to the grocery store. It's a wonder he makes it to the bench at all.

He does, by the way. Still openly holding a nearly-empty bottle of vodka that he was apparently just drinking straight and also was probably not helping with the texting while walking thing, Klaus has stumbled to The Bench. He announces his arrival the way any reasonable person should.]

My question for you is... why do they jumble up all those little letters? Why aren't they real buttons, also. I really would just like to push a button.

Makes me feel important.

[Also, he's even less filtered without the slow, clumsy typing being an obstacle. We're ready for a fun night over here.

And he is now just trudging over and collapsing prone on the bench, hands covering his face. If Laura's already sitting on it, his besocked feet are being placed on her lap. You're welcome???]

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

[............. ¿Qué es un 'toodles'?

Laura sits patiently with her patented, watching as he meanders over drunkenly. Likewise, she just stares down at feet that flop over her thighs, and give them a rude little shove so that both end up hanging off the bench and probably give Klaus terrible balance with his upper half.]

Why 'fuck'?

... Did you accidentally stab someone?

[Klaus lets Laura do as she wants with the feet. He can be half off the bench, that's acceptable. He's going to stay like this and die probably. More likely, though, he's just going to pass out at some point, after he's sufficiently whined out.

Case in point, his first response is just to groan. And continue in the same whiny drunken slur.]

I wish. No, wait, I don't. That might've been worse.

[He looks at her from under his fingers.]

Just, you know. Bad day. Got in a fight. With words, not claws.

No offense.

[She doesn't look too offended, Klaus, it's alright.]

With your brother?

[It's a very educated guess. Family causes lots of problems.]

[Klaus lets out a pained bit of laughter, pulling his hands away from his eyes and just letting one rest on his forehead.]

You're way too smart, Laura.

[He sighs, not really elaborating on any details or anything, before he just says,]

Is it, like, bad I sometimes wish it was someone else? I mean, you know. Other than Five. That's pretty bad, right?

I do not have a lot of world experience to say for sure.

But probably.

[Laura's not one to mince words, that much is sure.]

It's normal for people to feel things that aren't always good. Sometimes I want to punch people in the face who make me angry, just so I feel better.

Yeah, but if someone makes you angry they probably deserve it.

[Klaus is the worst person to be party to a talk on morality with a preteen. This is just bad news all around.

And, well, to make matters worse, now he's a lamenting drunk with even less of a filter than usual. You're welcome?]

I dunno, man. I know I miss Ben and it's fucked up this dream shit took him away, but like, sometimes I think maybe if... one of the others were here it'd be easier? Like... I bet Allison would give me a hug and not shoot people. Much. Probably.

He reminds me of Dad sometimes and I think that's like... not even fair, but my brain just does it. Ugh.

[She cocks her head to the side, not really sure why being reminded of their father is a bad thing... though she can fathom a guess, because she's no stranger to questionable parents. Or cruel adults. Both of those.]

Are Ben and Allison your siblings?

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