#superhighgoodbye

Could that even be called good news? Could Five actually call that good news? When he stopped to think about it, a little time behind bars might sober Klaus up for good. (Or it might traumatize Klaus beyond description, as prisons did tend to, but these things were never predictable, and the chances were fifty-fifty. Five liked those odds.)    

“But the bad news is,” he picked one of the many, many little golden jars up off the table, “you were so high, the only thing you stole was a hell of a lot of honey. And no, I don’t know why, either. You never cared to enlighten me last night.”

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A sigh rolls past his lips for the third time since he started talking. Five is this close to just ignoring the other completely. How long until Klaus realizes he doesn’t give a shit about his weird personal stories? Does he even care?

Some things rarely ever changed: he should have been used to it by now. The people, who got a nut for a brain, when they were children, couldn’t miraculously grow a bigger one over the years. Especially, when the said people were his siblings: the most immature people in the history of immaturity. It was a miracle they were still alive -well, most of them at least-.

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“You know, not everyone has something to say at every single moment.” He would’ve looked comically small under the towering doorframe if it weren’t for the fact that his face was set hardly, even unfitting in a teen’s body. It was too... adult.“But if I really must say it, then I will.” He moved in a few steps, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his school shorts.“Back there, you claimed no one cared about you.” Drug withdrawal was never kind to anyone, a trip of hardships necessary to slide out into something better. It was much more than just physical repercussions. Five himself had been caught off guard at the sudden outburst at dinner.

Ben glanced over to his brother, they’d been back from a mission for only half an hour. A mission that had taken them farther from home than they’d ever been before. A mission that on the way home from, neither of them had gotten a bit of sleep. He had just been falling asleep when he heard the door creak open and he rubbed a hand over his face as he sat up and then stared at him.