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❛❛𝙉𝙊, 𝙒𝙀'𝙍𝙀𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔. ❜❜
~ ☂︎︎ ~
𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 chuckled, drinking some more. We ended up chilling in a beauty parlor owned by Allison's friend. The three of them got drunk, but I refrained from drinking anything. Instead, I laughed at all the stupid things they were doing.
"The nerve of that man," she ranted to Klaus. "I mean, one thing goes wrong, and he's on a warpath. I mean, doesn't know who I am? No, no. No, Ray, you know exactly who I am. You just can't handle it." Meanwhile, across from the two, I was watching Vanya pretend to shoot down bottles with her finger guns. "Pew, pew."
"I'm protecting him."
"Pew, pew."
I heard Allison give Klaus a soft slap. "Ow. From what?" He asked. "The end of the world, for one," she said, as if it were obvious. "Is the world really gonna end in six days?" Vanya asked. Allison inhaled sharply. "Well, it did last time, and we did everything Five could think of to stop it." I snorted.
"What?" Klaus asked. "Not everything. Luther was fantasizing about the moon half of the time," I replied. "Hey, wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot? Wouldn't that be weird?" Klaus questioned. I shrugged but Vanya and Allison had completely different reactions.
"What?"
"Eww!"
"Oh! Oh, eww! Eww! Please, Miss 'Luther was my lover,'" Klaus teased, making kissing sounds. "We have never even kissed," Allison defended. "Yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other all thought puberty and breakfasts and all that," Klaus responded. "Ok, well, what about (Y/N) and Five?" Allison asked.
"Hey, don't drag me into this weird family argument," I put my hands up. "No, no, she's right. But, you two aren't as bad as Allison and Luther," Klaus said, taking another drag. "He's 30 something mental years older than her. How are we worse?"
"They're cuter," he replied.
"Hey, I have a question," Klaus continued, "Did you even age, like, mentally, while in the coma? Because if you didn't, aren't you like actually 45 years younger than him?" I scoffed. "I mean- Well I- At least-"
"No, no. We don't know if you aged mentally. Ha! Maybe you guys are worse than Luther and Allison," Klaus laughed. "Wait! D-Did you ever," he lowered his voice, "have your period?" I kicked a chair at him. "No! I did not!" He leaned forward. "So how did your aging work?" I sighed and tilted my head back. "Let's not have this conversation right now."
