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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘
❛𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄❜
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Milana exited the gas station with a smile on her lips and a bag full of supplies and snacks for the road, finding Klaus leaning against the door of their SUV waiting for her. The Ramirez woman’s smile widen d slightly an idea striking her as she pulled out a black and white trucker cap that read ‘Mother Trucker’ on it and waved it at her fiancé who instantly paled at the sight of it.
“Absolutely not!” the original hybrid objected, shaking his head adamantly in protest.
Milana helf her hand up, putting an end to his protest, as she looked at him pointedly. “Klaus, we need to blend in!” the brunette statef. She looked at the expensive coat he was wearing, and she pulled a face.
“You could start by losing the thousand-dollar jacket,” Milana said as she gestured to his jacket, causing Klaus to sigh petulantly as he stared at her.
“Tell me again why we're on a scenic tour of Meth-amphetamine Country, and not compelling a jet to some far-off — preferably tropical — destination?” the original remarked, visibly displeased by their current whereabouts.
Milana rolled her eyes, “Look, I'm not the one with an army of pissed-off vampires coming after me,” Milana reminded Klaus, looking at him pointedly.
She held her hand out to him. “Now, put the pout away and give me the keys.”
Klaus sighed dramatically once again but did as he was told, handing the keys over to Milana with a hesitant expression. “On a scale from one to ten, exactly how much am I going to despise this little plan of yours?” the original asked, which made Milana smirk widely.
She pretended to think over his question, mockingly as she already knew the answer. “I would say. . .a solid eighty-five,” the brunette replied, causing Klaus to roll his eyes.
She winked at him as she placed the trucker cap on his head before climbing into the driver's seat. Klaus rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Oh, good. . .” he muttered sarcastically, as he turned back to the car, now sitting in the passenger's seat.
“Lighten up, it's not everyday our little family gets to go on a roadtrip.” Klaus groaned as Milana glanced back to Hope in the back before she started the car.
˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖
Back at the Mikaelson Compound in New Orleans, Elijah was upstairs in his study trying to calm a frantic Kol who had just informed him of their older brother's return. “Are you quite certain?” Elijah asked, visibly concerned with what Kol had just told him, causing the younger Mikaelson brother to scoff in exasperation.
