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“Of course I know what I’m doing you don’t have to keep getting on my back about this.” Five said, a little frustrated at Dolores. She’d spent the whole afternoon telling him he was wrong again and again and it was getting a bit old. Yes he probably was wrong but he wasn’t about to admit that any time soon. 

Reginald slammed the phone down into the receiver and looked up at Pogo, who had been hovering near the door to his study. Doubtless the chimp had heard most of the contents of his conversation; he had allowed his voice to raise a little more than usual.

"I want Number Two here, now." He reached into a side drawer and pulled out a notecard, holding it out for his assistant. On the card was the boy's most current address and phone number. He'd made sure to obtain it, but rarely bothered to use it. It was the same with all of the other children. Except for Number Four, who rarely had an address to write down.

"Do not have him make me wait," he snapped, turning his attention back to the work before him, a clear dismissal to Pogo. He was not in the mood for more conversation than necessary.

All of the Umbrella Academy had disappointed him over the years, most of them on a regular basis. But something about this was different. Maybe it was the proximity to Number Two that allowed Reginald to bring him here so easily, or maybe it was the tenuous relationship the two of them had that made the boy's latest stunt seem like so much more of a personal attack.

Luther knew that there were times when he and Diego didn’t see eye to eye. That was an understatement.  They were both stubborn, or Luther would at least say Diego was stubborn. But, he was less odd than Five or Klaus. Luther just needed to get out for a while. He needed to breathe.  There was still so much going through his head, with the apocalype coming, and all of that. He was so uncertain about a lot of things.  Clearing his throat when he saw Diego, he sighed.

When he was dead he didn't have to worry about consequences. He had gotten used to that after so much and more than a few times it had come around to bite him in the ass. Like how he would say something to Klaus, forgetting he could be heard by anyone else and get his siblings upset with him.

Or moments like now where he had been... Overzealous. He had missed food. A ridiculous amount. So he had maybe went a bit overboard that morning at breakfast eating enough for three meals let alone just the one. And of course... Consequences.

She  stared  at  Diego  from  her  perch  on  the  bar .  Five  set  her  up  very  nicely ,  even  making  a  margarita  just  for  her .  Five  wasn’t  there  anymore ,  though .  He’d  left  her  alone ,  but  she  wasn’t  alone  for  l o n g .  

           There was a limp to Gal’s walk, bruises on her ribs, a cut on her brow – all in all, relatively unharmed.

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A quirk of the lips was the only reaction he'd give the other. Having someone standing in his loft wasn't anything new. Most downworlders tended to come to his loft when they needed help. But he couldn't help but think that this wasn't a downworlder. Everything about him didn't say downwordler. And whomever it was didn't scream nephilim either. Mundane clients weren't unusual for him but normally they scheduled meetings. All of this just screamed wrong to him and Magnus had no problem using his magic to defend himself. He just hoped it wouldn't come down to that. The Institute wouldn't question him. Not when they knew just what it was he did. If only it was as easy to figure out who and what this one was looking for. "Maybe you'd like to try again."