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#69 walkingdead
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The telltale erratic knocking at your front door made you open it with a hip already cocked, bracing yourself for the fun and trouble your visitor would bring.
Klaus was a good friend of yours. The kind that came with benefits - long, salacious nights of benefits. He was beaming mischievously when you opened the door but to his left was a teenage boy. One who if you remembered correctly, looked just like his brother that disappeared years ago.
“I know I don’t usually come a-knocking during the day,” Klaus drawled, “but we need your help.”
“Are you alright? Do you need money or food or something?”
He laughed and straightened his cartoonishly large pinstripe blazer. “An acting job, actually. Oh! I’m so rude, I’ve forgotten the introductions. Five, this is Y\N. Y\N, this is my brother Five. He’s back from the future.”
Five scoffed when you tried to shake his hand. “This isn’t necessary. You’re wasting my time, Klaus.”
“Just...hang on a second.” Klaus tried to stall. “Look, Y\N, Five and I are going to some company and I’m pretending to be his father to get some information or whatever. I figured it’d be much more convincing if we brought a maternal figure along.”
“And you thought of me?”
From his perch on your front steps, Five quipped, “Move it along or I’ll do this without you and you won’t get paid.”
“Klaus, there’s no way they’re gonna believe --”
“Shh sh,” Klaus interrupted with a finger to your lips. “We can make them believe whatever we want. Plus, it’s technically possible that we procreated.”
The grin playing on your mouth grew wider and you stepped out to join them, closing the door resolutely behind you. “I’m in.”
“Excellent! This way, my bride.”
Klaus spent the entire ride concocting the cover story. The disco, the amazing sex, the confusing custody arrangment, and all the little details that had you giggling and made Five frown.
The latter slammed on the brakes when he pulled up in front of Meritech Prosthetics. “Get out. Let’s go.”
Klaus slid open the van door and helped you out with every ounce of pomp and circumstance, sliding a hand to your lower back when you walked inside. As much as you loved the attention, you still swatted his hand away when he gave your ass a sly squeeze.
“We can play those games later when your kid brother isn’t around,” you warned in a whisper. But as soon as Five pointed out the man in question, your demeanor changed. With a sweet smile and sweeter lilt to your voice, you threw an arm around Five and led him forward. “Sir? Excuse me, hi. I believe you spoke with my son earlier today?”
