Voodoo child

Ch 1. Dead people don't get opinions.

   It was just as muggy and dreary of a day as any other in New York City, overcast with a thick fog of condensation and air pollution, Klaus was just bearly coming down enough to actually appreciate the weather. 

"It's shuch a shitty day." Ben walked idly beside him, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets with his hood pulled over his head and obscuring his face. Klaus rolled his eyes, scoffing as he pulled open the door to his favorite cafe. A hole in the wall that was surprisingly popular for how close it was to the dingier part of town.

   "It's a beautiful day Benny boy, and by the way, no one can see you, so the broody theatrics you got going on there, is really all for naught."

   The bell jingled, anoucing his entrance as he shasayed in like he owned the place, his skirt swishing and the warm air of the shop hitting his frigid skin magnificently. It wasn't large, but definitely cozy, with it's loung area and soft orange lights. Classical music played softly overhead, Klaus breathed out a dreamy sigh, he was always so much more relaxed in here then anywhere else.

  "Klaus! How many times do I have to  tell you to wear a shirt when you come into my shop?!" Vanya was whipping her hands off with a dish rag as she emeraged from behind the front counter, her face marred in an annoyed grimace.

  Klaus spread his arms out, "I am wearing a shirt, and that is no way to treat a paying customer, now fetch me a cappuccino with whipp and an apple tart on the side."

     Vanya launched the wet rag at his face, earning a surprised yelp from her foster brother "Again Klaus, a shirt means I CAN'T see you're nipples through it, and you better be telling the truth about being a paying customer, I'm not giving you anymore freebies, I mean it this time."

   Klaus sat himself down at a tall stool table near the counter, "I got money, I swear, cross my liver and FYI, sheer is all the rage this season. Vouge calls it sexy and myserious and that's so me, right?"

"More like sickly and infectious."

   Klaus snapped his head to the chair across from him,"shut up Ben, dead people don't get opinions."

    Vanya popped back behind the counter, grabbing the rag out of Klaus' hand as she went. "What did Ben say?"

     He huffed dramatically, laying head against the table,"nothing outside of his usual mean Spiritedness, pun fully intended. He's always so mean to me Vanya, you'd be appalled by his behavior."

"I mean, being stuck with you for the last thirteen odd years, I wouldn't blame him for getting a little grumpy." Vanya moved to the machines where she began frothing the milk for his cappuccino, the hiss and squeal of it signaling the momentary end to their conversation.

  He picked his head up, slumping his chin into the palm of his hand, gazeing at Ben forlornly. "I don't make you grumpy, do I?"

Ben shook his head, "no, but you do agrivate me on a regular basis."

"Yeah, well you, you make me gassy so there." He stuck his tounge out to which Ben rolled his eyes at. Just as he was about to tell Ben off further, a group walked through the door.

   Three girls and two men, one of whom was an absolute beauty, tall, muscular, Sandy brown hair and a jawline sharper than klaus's eyeliner. It was too bad that the man had some Draco Malfoy wannabe, attached to his bicep. The guy was slender, a few heads shorter then his companion and decked out in some neo goth get up, with high waisted black plazzo pants, a white collered button down under a black cardigan with leather riding gloves. 

  They walked closer and Klaus could here the girls giggling.

"Oh my God, that guy was talking to himself." One said to the other two, not even bothering to pretend to whisper.