terriblymisguided

For as much as Klaus dislikes mornings, he sure is seeing a lot of them lately.

Obi-Wan is naturally an early riser, and sometimes Klaus sleeps in when he stays over, but if he's lucky, Obi-Wan will wake him up in a way that makes being up early worth it. Today was one of those mornings, so Klaus is in very high spirits even if he is up early. He's even feeling productive and gentlemanly, so he offers to go to the store to get juice for mimosas while Obi-Wan makes breakfast.

He pulls on Obi-Wan's robe to take with him, because it's warm and wearing it makes him feel kind of like a badass. While he's at the store, he grabs the juice, another bottle of cheap champagne, and a box of condoms because they're running low.

When he makes it back to the apartment building, he has the bag slung over one arm and a headphone in one ear, head bopping along to the beat of some pop song. There's a guy approaching him from the other direction, and Klaus gives him a nod before turning to approach the lobby door of the building.

"Ugh, these giant pockets," Klaus murmurs, sticking his hand down into the pocket of the robe to feel around for Obi-Wan's keys.

Klaus can't sleep, but that isn't anything new. He's used to only catching a few hours of sleep a night, and existing in a constantly half-exhausted state. Thankfully, the eyeliner he smudges onto his lids does a good job of concealing the bags under his eyes.

Well, he has had a few decent nights of sleep in the past week, when he's in the right place.

Tonight, he stayed home and annoyed Five until he went to bed, and then drank some whiskey, smoked a joint on the fire escape, and decided that he had to go to the bodega a few blocks away at precisely that exact moment, because he absolutely needs some of those spicy taco chips they sell.

He climbs down the fire escape rather than going back through the apartment, and drops down into the alley to head toward the bodega. He immediately lights a cigarette, and makes it just over two blocks before passing what is obviously a fight happening in an alley. It's not his business so he doesn't even slow, but then what he saw out of the corner of his eye finally filters through the haze of his buzz and he stops, sighing deeply before pivoting.

"Now, what did this one do?" Klaus asks casually, hands in the pockets of his coat as he strolls into the alley. Billy has a man pinned against the brick, dragged up onto his toes as Billy pulls his fist back for another punch. Klaus rolls his eyes and brings his cigarette back to his mouth, and then raises a brow when the man starts to yell in Japanese. It's a language that Klaus knows well. Reginald made sure they learned it growing up, and he has spent time in Japan. It was one of his favorite places to live.

"He's fucking crazy," the man shouts, and Klaus smirks as he takes a few steps closer. "This is bullshit!"

"Well, that's true," Klaus replies in practiced Japanese, looking casually between the two of them as he exhales smoke through his nose. The man pins him with a surprised look, and Klaus squints as he takes another drag. "But you must have done something. He does have a very easy trigger, but I'm sure that you still pulled it."

"I didn't!" The man shouts, and Klaus exhales again, turning to quirk a brow at Billy.