#phantomofmischief

“Let me get this straight, we’re super powered beings, with an alien father, that have proof of time travel on our side, but you draw the line at Big Foot’s existence,” Diego asks, arching a brow as he reaches for the sugar bowl for his tea.

Rolling his eyes, Klaus focuses on drenching his waffles in an inordinate amount of syrup. “That’s my point, don’t you think if Big Foot existed we would know? Surely dad, sadist that he is, would have them locked away for testing?”

“Counterpoint, maybe inter-dimensional cryptid trumps alien douchebag,” Diego offers as he adds enough cream to turn the tea a near shade of milky white. “Besides, what about all the proof?”

Ben snorts, finally deigning to set his paperback aside in favor of joining in on the conversation. “You consider that shaky mess proof?”

Stirring his tea a bit haphazardly, De leans forward poised to argue. “Okay, but there’s been multiple sightings beyond that Peterson/Glimlin tape.”

“Yes, and they’re all shit,” Klaus interjects before shoving a large bite of waffle in his mouth.

“It’s all a bunch of conspiracy talk. I mean the rate at which we’re expanding housing development, surely if any existed they’d be as visibly displaced as the bear and deer you see in neighborhoods,” Ben counters, reaching to snag a strip of bacon from Klaus’ plate.

Hissing in response, Klaus snags Ben’s toast out of spite. “Why are you so certain they do exist,” he asks turning to Diego. “Benny’s right, it’s like prime real estate on delulu Avenue heading down that route.”

“I just find it weird that after all the shit we’ve been through, you can’t even consider it as a possibility. I mean you talk to the dead for Christ’s sake,” he argues before levying his spoon in Ben’s direction. “And you used to be a ghost…you have otherworldly eldritch tentacles inside you,” he hisses.

Klaus shrugs licking his fork clean, “I don’t know what to tell you DeeDee, but seeing is believing, and so far the closest thing to Big Foot I’ve ever seen is Luther.”

Diego sighs shaking his head. “You believe that star crap.”

“Need I remind you even JP Morgan and the Reagans consulted the stars before business decisions…which on second thought isn’t actually a point in my favor.”

Ben pats Klaus’ shoulder to console him, “I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

Drinking more of his tea, Diego shrugs, “fine, you don’t believe in cryptids.”

“No, I don’t believe in Big Foot, The Mothman definitely exists,” Klaus states matter-of-factly.

Ben isn’t entirely certain if Klaus is bullshitting, but he’s nothing if not a ride or die, so he doubles down if just to see if he can get Diego’s eye twitching.

“I’m partial to Nessie, you know aquatic solidarity.”

Ben lasts all of two seconds before devolving into laughter, nudging Klaus as the infamous twitch appears right on cue.

Rubbing his temples trying to find some form of composure, De grumbles our a petulant “I hate you two.”