[Klaus woke up nauseous and bleary-eyed. He feels like death. God. Last night was shit. He’s still in his dress, curled up on the floor where he fell asleep, face a mess of streaky blood and tears from the night before.
The minute he realizes there’s a text on the phone, he looks at it, willing it to be Nobunaga finally. And it is and he can feel the relief. He needs to find him, though.
Needs to be there.]
Omw I’m coming.
[He spares a moment to look at himself in the mirror before grabbing a set of clothes to change into. And his toothbrush because he’s going to be sick at some point.
He moves again, frowning. Okay, that point is now.
But once they’re finished, they rinse their mouth out with mouthwash and water before leaving.
They get to Nobunaga’s door and the queasiness of it all is not gone and they look like shit. Covered in blood, dress torn, but still the makeshift fix for the utility belt is keeping it on.
He knocks, leaning against the door with all the clean things in his arms, waiting]
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The minute he realizes there’s a text on the phone, he looks at it, willing it to be Nobunaga finally. And it is and he can feel the relief. He needs to find him, though.
Needs to be there.]
Omw
I’m coming.
[He spares a moment to look at himself in the mirror before grabbing a set of clothes to change into. And his toothbrush because he’s going to be sick at some point.
He moves again, frowning. Okay, that point is now.
But once they’re finished, they rinse their mouth out with mouthwash and water before leaving.
They get to Nobunaga’s door and the queasiness of it all is not gone and they look like shit. Covered in blood, dress torn, but still the makeshift fix for the utility belt is keeping it on.
He knocks, leaning against the door with all the clean things in his arms, waiting]