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━━━━━━━━━━ Leaning against the wall, you were cleaning up the wounds you got from last night on both your shoulder and the side of your stomach. You held the bandages between your legs while you were dabbing the cuts clean.
In the background, Klaus was rummaging through the garbage can. You agreed to accompany him, but you didn't really wanna go digging through the trash.
Klaus threw trash bags out of the can, one after another, "Damn it, where's Dad's stuff?"
You sighed, finally finished with cleaning up the wounds. Placing down the cleaner, you took the bandages out from your legs and began to tape them to your skin. You had to wear a tank top in order to reach both of them, but the chill you felt from cool breeze made you regret your decisions.
"Shut up!" Klaus yelled.
"I didn't say anything." You responded in an offended tone.
"Not you N/N. I'm trying to find whatever... priceless of crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will got off my ass!"
You were distracted by Five descending the fire escape chute, "I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me... I don't care."
"Hey," Klaus laughed, "You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?"
"This one involved the least amount of talking. Or so I thought," Five jumped from the ladder and gazed at you putting the medical supplies down, "How's the arm?"
You looked up, "I'll live. You?"
"Not the worst that's happened to me."
Klaus pulled out his alcohol, trying to get your brother's attention, "Hey, hey, hey, so... You need any more company today? I could, uh... clear my schedule," The he took a sip from the bottle.
"Looks like you got your hands full."
"Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever. I'm just—" Klaus then flung himself into the trash, "I just misplaced something. That's all. Oh! Found it! Thank God!" He pulled out half a bagel and began to eat it, "Delicious."
Both you and Five watched in disgust as Klaus tried to take another bite, "I'm done funding your drug habit."
"Come on! You don't— Maybe I just wanna hang out with my brother. Not you," You observed from the wall as Klaus tried to stop Five, "Mi hermano! I love you! Even if you can't love yourself."
"Klaus he's gone, and spit out the bagel," Klaus followed your instruction, spitting out the bagel. But then he gave you a sinister look.
