𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖? [𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬]

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐯

RINGING FILLED QUINCEY'S ears as the sunlight streamed onto her freckled face, through the window.

Quincey sat up in the arm chair and stretched her back out, removing the blanket from on top of her and standing to leave the room.

Entering the hallway, Quincey saw Klaus skipping and ringing a bell while singing;

"wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey"

"Klaus, stop the noise!" The blonde girl said, covering her ears. "I don't know about you, but some people like to sleep in"

Klaus just brushed her off while making a "sh shhh" sound.

The two walk up to the end of the corridor, where Luther is standing with a blanket wrapped around his waist.

"Someone pulled a disappearing act last night. What mischief did you get into?" Klaus asked his brother.

Quince peered into the room and saw a woman laying in Luther's bed with a blanket over her torso.

"Maybe we should ask her" Quincey heard Klaus say "Hello" he and the blonde girl waved together, receiving a small wave in reply.

"She totally thinks you're a furry" Quincey told Luther. Luther closed the door.

"Oh, come in, don't be so shy, big guy. You needed it!" Klaus said "not a lot of ladies on the moon, I assume. And all that ... pressure resting on those big ... hairy ... shoulders"

"Klaus, enough" the space monkey said. "Wait. This wasn't your first time, was it" Quincey asked him. "Who am I kidding, of course it was" she muttered the last part.

Klaus let out a small gasp. "No way! Whoo! He popped his cherry" he gasp again, but more over exaggerated this time "now you're gonna have to marry her!"

"Would you keep your voice down" Luther asked them.

"Hey, you know, I remember my first ... oh, no, I don't" Klaus said looking down.

"Hey Luther" Quincey said with fake sincerity "you seem like you have a really bad hangover ... WOULD IT BE BETTER FOR YOU IF I YELLED?" Quincey shouted, causing Luther to clutch his head with the hand that wasn't holding up the blanket.

"What did you need, Klaus?" Luther muttered, still holding his head. "What? Oh, the ... Uh, important family business. Meet me downstairs, okay? And Luther... no dilly-dallying, all right? Chop, chop. Also you're invited too, Quinn." Klaus patted Quincey on the head before turning around and going back down the hallway.

"Hey, Klaus! Don't leave me here with the monkey!" Quincey chased after the man.

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Five's eyes fluttered open and he slowly sat up in bed, wincing and clutching his abdomen when his wound shot pain through his body.

The boy looked over at the blue arm chair next to his bed, only to be greeted by a twisted blanket and no sight of Quincey.

Five threw the blanket off him and slowly placed his feet on the floor.

Once his feet touched the icy ground, the Hargreeves boy took a few slow steps before walking with a slight limp down to the kitchen.

Luther sat hunched over the table, Quincey across from him, while Klaus poured cups of coffee. Just as Luther was about to take a sip, Five snatched the coffee from his hands and sat down beside his brother.

"Of course you did." Quincey rolled her eyes.

Klaus was filling up a mug beside Quincey, at an empty seat. "Klaus, honey, nobody's sitting there." She told the man.