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[solipsistically]

You've reached Number Five. Leave a message or don't. I don't care.

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9/19 - mirror, private;

[imprudency]

You alone? You need to be.
Allison was attacked this morning. She's as good as anyone can be, all things considered, but the attack was deliberate, not random.

[ There's nothing sing-song or easy in the way he speaks, no warmth. But he sounds casual enough, matter-of-fact, a little too still for a man like Klaus. ]

One got away.

[solipsistically]

I usually am this time of day.

[ Though, when Klaus goes on, Five's jaw sets; clenches and releases, just once, but his expression remains drawn.

He nods, pauses in thought, clears his throat. ]

Do we know what they look like? Because that doesn't work for me and I'm assuming it doesn't work for you, either.

[imprudency]

Oh it doesn't work for me one bit. He needs to apologize.

[ Klaus sighs, resting his chin in his hand. ]

I know a dead guy who saw him run away, followed him all the way to his favorite sports bar to watch him celebrate his victory among like minded individuals. Lucky us, he went home not long after.

[solipsistically]

[ Five glances away from the mirror briefly, as though looking to see whether Prim's noticed him talking; his bedroom door is open because he's lost the sense of urgency to hide his calculations from her after all this time. Apparently satisfied, he looks back at the mirror and gives a facial shrug. ]

Sounds like we should pay him a visit.

[ The conversation sounds benign, Five finds himself thinking, because most people haven't ever seen Klaus in a position where he needs to defend someone he cares about. Five isn't being overt and even if Klaus was, it wouldn't sound like a legitimate threat coming from someone others are used to seeing more interested in a good time than killing some piece of shit local who thought it'd be fun to terrorize their sister.

This local picked the wrong family to try to scare, unfortunately for him. ]

When?

[imprudency]

I'm down to tango now.

[ But when isn't Klaus ready for a good time? His blood's boiling and something dark has taken root deep in his chest. It's rare, really, that this family has to deal with anything other than the casual pressures of an apocalypse, but once something gets personal?

Well, well, well. Klaus sighs, his voice lilting ever so slightly, like he's positively bored with the conversation, even though there's something intensely focused behind his eyes. ]

Unless you think the timeliness is too suspish. Discretion usually isn't my forte, but I think we both know what we're up against. What Big Brother doesn't know wont hurt him.

[solipsistically]

[ He shrugs a little. ]

So long as we don't get caught. If the old man was good at anything, it was teaching us how to get rid of evidence when the situation calls for it. Give me a few minutes, I'll jump over and then we'll go.

[imprudency]

Please, like getting caught is even on the table. That's the only good thing the old bastard taught us.

[ He snorts. ] See you in a jif.

[solipsistically]

Tell me about it. See you soon.