#bbie

she's so :3

(prompt by @totallyevan )

i dont remember writing this last night but i proofread it today and oh boy was i in for a shock

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the thing about being sheltered his whole life then running away with his ghost brother is that Klaus really does not know how to live outside the bubble that he resided on his whole life. 

"what do you mean i have to pay?" he asks his dead brother before wincing as several people look at his way. "maybe don't act like an idiot don't you think?" ben quipped, hands shoved in his pocket as his whole face got covered by his hoodie. 

"i am not acting like an idiot!— oh" Klaus is not used to not talking to ghost. he grew up his whole life shouting at the unseen and was never looked at it weirdly yet in this town, far from his home, people don't know him as the séance. he's just a random boy acting like a lunatic

"yeah" and Ben nodded ince, then twice and Klaus grins softly at that. "so what should we do now that we are free?" his hands spread out as he turned around, not stopping even as he hit someone.

"fuck off"

"fuck you too mr. asshole" as he looked back at Ben, who only sighed. "waffles. you need to eat"

.....

living in the streets is a nightmare, Klaus realized soon enough. there are criminals everywhere. nowhere is safe yet he still pushes on, grins as he pickpockets and swears as he runs from people

it was only after he had pickpocket from someone when he saw the establishment from across the street. betty bootician, a small place crammed in the middle of a tattoo parlour and a liquor store. 

"Klaus no" Ben said, eyes looking at Klaus and he only grinned wider. "oh Bennyboy we have money" and he crossed the street

Klaus thinks that he is having the best day of his life. he would finally, finally go inside something that he only hoped to enter when he was younger. he saw woman exit these kind of establishment with prepped up looks and he want to feel prepped up too

with hands slightly shaking, he knocked on the front desk softly. "do you- do you do nails?" Klaus figured out nails is a good choice. his hair is still short despite the months that he spent in the streets and he doesn't really want to color it either. and also because it remind him of his sister, a lot 

"... yes" and he grin. "fabulous. because i was thinking black and orange for the whole halloween vibes" its still September but he does not really care and it seems like neither does the lady because he saw how she grinned brightly before leading him into one of the chairs.

" so halloween?" and he grins as he started to explain what he wants his fingers to look like. "pumpkins. lots of pumpkins— no Ben that's stupid— fine. and also one planchette please" 

Klaus feels great, honestly great. he spent a lot of money on himself, probably way too much but he likes the way that his nails looks, likes the way it reminds him of his sister and likes the way that he could talk to his brother without the lady looking at him in disgust.

"yoi weren't reported missing" the lady, Patricia, suddenly told him in the middle if painting a pumpkin on his nail and he stopped muttering to his brotherin shock. "what?"

"umbrella kid. i saw the tattoo. you weren't reported missing" she mutters before looking up at him. "i honestly thought you retired with the kraken and rumour" and she continued doing his nails while he swallows down his shock.

"thank you" he whispers the moment the gel polish dried up and he could stand up without his nails sticking on anythibg. "anytime kid"

dazed, Klaus went out of the parlour, hands shaking as he realized what that meant. he has no idea where the hell are his siblings. "they are not back home anymore" he whispers, eyes looking at Ben before he saw what is behind his brother.

"i know" and he nods before he pushed his hair off his forehead, feet slowly taking him to the place he saw. the tattoo parlour.

WAR IS OVER