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FANTASY. xvii. the big uneasy ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
HER FINGERS CLICKED UPON the keyboard in a frenzied search for answers, the words which had been written on the back of the photograph. Despite her exhaustion, it had been difficult for Moira to sleep after her discovery. All she could think about was the unknown woman that she was now determined to meet, what she had to do with her great-grandmother. Never in her life had Moira ever heard of the name Milena Lewis, but then again, she wasn't exactly exposed to much of her outside family. Her father had always wanted nothing to do with his own family, and her mother's family paid a visit every now and again when she was younger. But, once she'd left for college, they'd unintentionally strayed apart from one another.
The address had been easy to find; it was a cute, modern house located in a suburban neighborhood. However, the line of numbers which had been written above it. She couldn't, for the life of her, figure out what they meant. She'd type them exactly as they were written into the search bar, and only receive a math equation as a result. It was beginning to frustrate the hell out of her. If it weren't for her determination, Moira would've given up a while ago.
As she continued to rack her brain with the possibilities, a certain hybrid waltzed into the study. Upon spotting the girl seated restlessly behind the desk, his typical arrogant smirk etched its way onto his face. "You seem to be conflicted." Klaus observed, telling by the scrunched expression of concentration painted over the girl's face. "I'm sure that isn't too good for the baby."
Moira hummed, continuing to scroll through images that displayed as matches to the numbers she'd searched. "Well, then I guess I chose the wrong man to sleep with." The brunette joked, her tightened lips breaking into a slight smirk of her own.
Klaus chuckled at her small jab at him, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure he made it well worth it." He shamelessly boasted, approaching the desk.
The girl cocked her head to the side, a contemplative expression on her face that made it seem like she were debating the truth of his words in her head. "Unfortunately for your evergrowing ego, I have very little recollection of that night." Moira quipped. "Therefore, I cannot rightfully attest to that notion."
"I guess I was too intoxicated myself to notice." The hybrid recalled, thinking back to that eventful night. "I do, however, recall the very few shots you'd consumed before our activities."
"Oh, shut it." Moira playfully rolled her eyes. "I have a low alcohol tolerance. I hold no shame in it."
"Not saying you should."
The two then fell into silence, Moira going back to her task. Klaus was then once again intrigued by the incongruous look upon the girl's face. Never had he seen her so pensive. He followed her line of sight to the laptop, scrutinizing the images displayed across the screen. His brows furrowed in confusion of why Moira would want any information regarding oil seals.
