n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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After listening to Five's story of how he survived, he blinks us both back to the Academy so that I could get some much needed rest. On the way to that rest however, we ran into a trail of bloody wet footprints leading from the bathroom to Klaus's room.
Five tried to bring me to my room, but I insisted we check on Klaus first.
We knock at the door, to see him knitting, or attempting to knit. "Hey, you okay?" I ask.
"I should be asking you that, sis." says Klaus, softly. "Sorry I left you there."
"It's fine, Diego got me out and Five was able to help me heal." I say, smiling at Five.
"Are you really okay though?" asks Five, genuinely concerned for his druggie older younger brother.
"Hey. Yeah, I just..." says Klaus, slightly out of it. "Long night."
Five chuckles softly. "More than one, from the looks of it."
"Yeah," Klaus says solemnly.
"Don't remember the dog tags." I say softly.
"Yeah, they belonged to a friend." Klaus grunts softly, trying to stop the tears from flowing down his face. Whoever his 'friend' was, he was important to Klaus.
"How about that new tattoo?" asks Five, continuing with his questioning.
"Yea know, I don't totally remember getting it." says Klaus, holding the dog tags. "Like I said, long night."
"You did it, didn't you?" asks Five, causing both me and Klaus to become confused.
"What are you talking about?" Klaus asks the question were both wondering.
"You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus." says Five, causing even more confusion to show up on our faces.
"Symptoms of what?" me and Klaus ask at the same time.
"The jet lag? The full body itch? Headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain?" says Five, listing off the symptoms as if it's normal for him. Which it probably is. "You gonna tell me about it?"
I nudge him harshly in the side, reminding him that I'm still here. "Ow! You gonna tell us, about it?"
Klaus sighs, ready to tell his story. "Your pals, when they broke into the house and couldn't find you, they took me and fire cracker hostage instead."
Klaus looks at me sadly, as Five's hand tightens in my own. "And in return, you stole their briefcase."
"Yeah," Klaus sighs sadly, knowing that we all told him that his drug problem would get him in trouble one day. "I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever. And then I opened it."
"And then you were... where? Or should I say when?" asked Five, a little too harshly. I tugged on his hand to get him to calm down slightly.
"What difference does it make?" asks Klaus, oblivious to the effect his words are having on Five.
