#moonglorfied

Klaus held the wound, pressing his now torn coat on top of it.

“Ah, It’s nothing.” He winced. “Just a small cut.”

Klaus had run into an old drug dealer - for some reason they thought that he owed them something... But klaus, surprisingly, wasn’t that irresponsible.

He’s known about drug dealers and the business since a young teenager. He knew to never owe them anything - he always paid upfront.

Once he started denying it, they attacked him.

He wasn't the sort who actually thought about the future. Not when he had plenty to keep him busy in the present. Though, he could admit it was strange to find yet another downworlder there at his doorstep. The last one to show up had been Raphael and while that had been months ago, it was still something that floated to the surface. Maybe it had something to do with Sebastian wandering around. Even though Valentine was dead his son still walked the earth and as long as he did all downworlders were in trouble. Maybe that was why yet another one showed up at his doorstep. Magnus wasn't sure what more he could do. The Clave was supposed to protect them not the other way around. "Though, I'm sure you didn't come here to talk about the future. What is it that brought you to my doorstep?"

           it wasn’t entirely unusual to see a new face at the hunter’s moon, but when the person in question seemed more nervous than on their way to being drunk, it was out of the ordinary. magnus wanted to ask maia if she knew the anything about them, but the bartender was far too busy so the warlock supposed he’d have to find out for himself. sliding into a chair closer to the unknown, magnus took a quick sip of his drink before he spoke, “haven’t seen your face around here before.” 

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