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PART ONE ━━ SEASON ONE 012. douze
❝TURNS OUT I WAS WRONG.❞
"You need helpwith that?"
Diego looked up to seeing Lyra leaning on the doorway with her arms folded. The boy was struggling with tying his shoes, since he now apparently hurt his arm.
"Yeah, actually... please." She knelt down and started helping him with his shoes.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" She referred to his cast, "Because last time I saw you, you were fine."
"Got shot," He muttered.
"Sorry," She muttered back.
The two had a minute of silence.
"I need to tell you–" "Can I tell you somethi—"
"You know from behind this looks very weird." Klaus entered the room, carrying rope, making Lyra stand up.
Lyra and Diego looked at him. Former in disgust and the latter in with a slight glare.
"Can you guys tie me up?" Klaus asked the two.
"Huh?" Lyra looked at him in confusion.
"Last time I was sober was that roaring good time when those freaks had me tied up in the motel room." The séance explained.
"And you want us to tie you up?" The two said in sync.
"That would be correct," He nodded.
"You are one twisted bonehead." Diego told him.
"Why? You're the one who's always like, 'Klaus, you need to get sober bro.'" He whined.
"There's better ways to get clean, bro." He retorted.
"Not for me, no."
"I need someone to take away my options."
The room was silent.
"I'll do it."
The two men looked at the woman in the room with them.
"You clearly can't do it with your broken arm, how were you planning to do it?"
"My other arm is free," He murmured, making the French model raise her eyebrow.
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
"I hate this room."
"Oh, It got me high enough,"
"That's the smell?" She looked around while wrapping Klaus in the rope with her powers, earning a glare from the séance and a chuckle from Diego.
