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There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold just that something so good, just can't function no more.
— Love Will Tear Us Apart, Joy Division
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━━━━━━March 24, 2019
QUANAH FOUND HERSELF standing in the middle of her old bedroom, not wanting to get stuck talking to everyone else when clearly they didn't want her around. Her room was small—bigger than Vanya's but not as spacious as Allison's—with a twin bed made up of lavender bedding and a wooden desk opposite of it. Her eyes trailed to the stack of books on her desk, all medical texts she had buried herself in through years of study.
⠀⠀⠀As she went to pull one out, footsteps skidded against the hardwood outside of her room to see Klaus. He was taller than she remembered, too skinny for her taste, and absolutely delighted to see her. What a fucking joke, she thought to herself. Quanah frowned as her eyes flickered to the ornate box in his hand. She recognized it as a piece of Hargreeves' office. Klaus noticed her stare and quickly shoved it behind his back to escape questioning. Then, he pulled it back out and tossed it onto her desk.
⠀⠀⠀"Oh, what do you care, you little thief," he teased, waving his hand at her. "You can't really judge, can you?"
