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KLAUS hargreeves was never the sharpest nor most efficient tool in the shed. he spent most of his missions lying low in the shadows trying to mooch whatever he could find from the crime scene where his brothers and sisters were currently working, but he always had his drug-fuelled plans that made him a little crazier than the others. these factors have made rose and five particularly concerned as to how he will act on this crucial life or death mission of the missing eye.
as rose watches five pace around his room, anticipating klaus's long-awaited grand entrance to tell the two that he is ready. "what is taking him so god damn long?" five questions, sitting down on the bed next to rose, her leg shaking in anxiousness. 'what if we never find out who the eye belongs to? then we'll be royally fucked up. might as well kiss goodbye to this shitty life anyway. five said himself that the future's inevitable so we should give up.' the thoughts zoom through her head at a million miles per second.
"rosie. are you ok?" five places his hand on her shaking leg, and stares concernedly at her pale face. "maybe you're right. maybe we can't stop the apocalypse" she mumbles, a single tear falling from her cheek. five sit up on his bed and wipes the tear with the pad of his thumb from her cheek. rose feels comfort in his touch, not wanting it to ever stop. "maybe not, but we have to at least try. you said so yourself." he sighs, placing his hand on her back "i just don't want to lose you again. i only just got you back." she chokes out, looking in his warm reassuring eyes.
"come on kiddos, let's go find the owner of an eye!" klaus shouts, clapping his hands and ruining the moment between rose and five. they both stand up quickly, rose wiping the tears out of her eyes. "we told you to put on something professional" five argues, looking at klaus's floral frilly shirt and leather skinny jeans. "really klaus?" rose asks, turning around to see what he's wearing too. "what? this is my nicest outfit." five and rose share a disapproving look and sighing "we'll raid the old man's closet" five says, turning to walk out the door "hope you like pinstripes" rose adds, walking out the door with five.
"whatever. as long as i get paid." klaus dismisses, following the pair. "when the job is done" five responds, walking towards their father's room. "okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details," rose and five pause and sigh, listening to their brother. "i just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?" he continues "yeah. something like that." five fake smirks, turning back towards the stairs. "what's our cover story?" yet again, the pair was stopped from their mission by their brother. "klaus, those precious twenty dollars aren't going to earn themselves." he ignores rose's comment, continuing with his explanation "i mean, was i really young when i had you? like, sixteen? like, young and terribly misguided?" "sure." "your mother, that slut." "whoever she was. we met at... the disco. ok? remember that. oh, my god, the sex was amazing." "what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain." "don't make me put you in time out." rose watched frustratingly at klaus and five argue back and forth. "beautiful heart-wrenching story klaus", rose pretends to wipe tears out of her eyes as they begin to walk down the stairs. "thank you. it all just came to my mind. what can i say, i'm just... gifted"
