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August certainly looked festive. Klaus was wearing a practical sweater and comfortable sweatpants and was curled up in a comfortable armchair. In front of him was a table with milk and a plate of cookies. 

The tradition was different to what he was taught when he was a boy, but he quickly adapted to the American ways. 

August giggled, kicking his feet a little bit from where he sat on Liam’s counter. “It probably doesn’t. It would be a shame to die for a milkshake that doesn’t even appreciate your sacrifice.”

He took a sip of his own with a hum, licking his lips before he spoke again. “I just wish they’d been making strawberry. But chocolate is good too.”

“Wull I appreciate any milkshake I can get.” Liam chuckled, sipping his newly acquired drink, even if it was obtained by ill-gotten means. He didn’t know who August had stolen them from, and frankly he didn’t care, seeing as his medbay had been the chosen hideaway and August had felt so inclined to share. 

He’d gotten spoons from his coffee drawer for them and was licking the back of his perhaps a little too intimately, but what could he say? He was a slut for chocolate. And just in general, if his reputation was anything to go by.

“Augustus Jacob, I swear to God that better not be you!” Robert had seen a familiar looking mop of hair on a slender frame slip down the hall. He knew how the man moved any day of the week but he still hoped who he was seeing was not his friend. The last thing August needed was to be in a place like this. He got closer only for his suspicions to be correct. 

August startled, looking over his shoulder sheepishly. He was crouching in front of a door in a part of the base he thought nobody wandered through, his lock pick positioned in the door. He had no idea what was behind it, but it was far enough away from the dorms that it probably wasn’t someone’s room. Probably just a storage closet, but he still wanted to know. Plus, maybe there was something cool in there.

“…Nothing?” He gave the Scout a little smile, hoping to look innocent despite being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Holy shit, this guy was skinny. That was the first thing that Russell couldn’t help but notice about him.

And people think I don’t eat enough? 

But he was brought out of his mind by the way the Spy reacted. Typical, really. Sneaking around and trying to get into locked places. It least it wasn’t a dorm. 

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It would be the worst thing Klaus had ever done: a prank. 

Klaus often thought himself above silly things like pranks and had his reputation to maintain. But he couldn’t pass this one up: pushing the common room furniture a few inches to the left. It was a simple prank, and no one would even know he had done it! 

And it would be fun to watch people bump into furniture the next morning.