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❝ Actually, I was hoping you could knock me out. Maybe then I'll get more than three hours of sleep. ❞ There wasn't much security in laying down and trying to get as much sleep as possible before another day of riding trains or trying to scavenge supplies from the different timelines they found that didn't belong to them. She thought that sleeping an hour more than she should meant risking a dangerous encounter that would blindside them. She let out a long sigh regardless. ❝ I'm tired but I can't sleep. ❞

white  hot  anger  coursed  through  her  veins,  shoulders  heaving  while  the  force  of  the  hit  vibrated  through  her  hand.  boots  stomped  forward  to  take  another  hit  but  he  drew  his  gun,  leaving  june  to  take  a  pause.

she  shook  her  head,  shoulders  rolling  while  she  pointed  her  finger  at  him.  "  oh  don't  play  games  with  me,  five.  "nose  scrunching  in  disgust  while  she  looked  him  up  and  down.

"  what?  we  fixed  the  timeline  and  then  suddenly  you  don't  need  me  anymore ?  "  she  swallowed  her  lips,  attempting  to  put  a  lid  on  some  of  the  rage  she  felt.

"  I  looked  everywhere  for  you.  you  were  hiding  from  me,  right  ?  what were you so AFRAID to tell me? hm ? "

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

Rain has really never held a gun before. Not his fault, not anyone's fault, really. She had plenty of hand to hand training, could set most people on fire if given the chance, but guns? Never been her thing. But she's also never been shot at so often, so... time to change things up a bit.

There is an annoyed sigh as he moves her, but she doesn't stop him. Yeah, Rain knows that he's probably right about all of this, but that doesn't mean that she likes it.

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Once again, Lila and Diego and Co. had dropped him off at Five's apartment, like a grown man who needed a babysitter. Except, that's exactly what it was. Alone, Klaus tended to spiral. With ghosts no longer a problem, he was left with something even more terrifying--hearing his own thoughts. Therefore, when the family wanted to leave town, and Klaus inevitably didn't, he was brought over to Five.

But being in a different environment, even one he'd been to a few times, was stressful for Klaus. Half of his suitcase was cleaning products, knowing he'd have to scrub down wherever he was staying. He'd already washed his hands raw in the bathroom sink, and choked down a dinner not made by one of his Safe, Usual people. Being out of his comfort zone was making him more paranoid than usual.

When Five came out of his office to check on him, Klaus had been wiping down the living room instead of sleeping. The blankets he would be using, the coffee table, the TV remote--anything that he might come into contact with. Even still, he'd kept his nitrile gloves on.

After being mildly scolded for still being awake, Klaus now sat awkwardly on the couch. His stance was stiff, feeling every inch of contact between him and the couch. Rolling his eyes to keep up his usual persona, Klaus gave a hollow laugh.