What if I staple the key to your hand, is that cute?
( josh's face immediately scrunches up at the touch, but he doesn't move away. slow reflexes, he just woke up. something like that. since he actually has a key he makes a big show of locking up again, loud and overdramatic, just to make a point.
he could probably just go back to bed, honestly. but he's awake now, and not done chewing klaus out. and maybe once he's done being mad they can chat a bit. surely more interesting than just trying to go back to sleep, right? so he can linger a bit. )
That doesn't make any sense, that's just a phone call. I'm pretty sure living things have to pull you here, that's like...how the whole thing works.
[he pretends to consider it, biting his lip and holding out his palm to stare at it- hello!- before waggling his eyebrows at Josh and slouching past him to sit on the arm of the fold out couch that doubles as his bed.]
Well, maybe. Do we really know that, though? What if it's all just like, units and single beds over there? Maybe they don't mingle. Maybe they can't! Have you ever asked?
( he says, very confidently, as he shuffles on after klaus. taking his own seat on the couch, like he isn't fully aware that it's ass o'clock in the morning and this is very much klaus's bed.
which is something of a sore spot, if only because josh knows he's very much taking up the bed and very much the reason klaus sometimes hobbles into the kitchen with a pinched expression, rolling out a shoulder. it's not like he's any closer to moving out though, mostly he's just trying to lay low.
maybe they could alternate or something. he doesn't voice this yet, but it's...a thought. something to consider. )
Do you actually want the answer to this? Because I know, but I'm not going to explain it if you're just going to laugh at me.
( again there's a lot of face-pulling, eye rolling even, but no real attempts to actually move klaus's feet. he stops short of doing something weird like putting his arms over his legs though, opting to bundle up tighter into the cover cocoon instead.
but he does stick a hand out, shoved just far out enough that he can shake it quickly. klaus's hand is colder than his, pretty freezing actually, and that seems as good a reason as any to just sort of...draw out the handshake )
Well, okay. It's more like rooms, I think? That's how it seems to me anyway. So they can go between the rooms sometimes, but sometimes the doors are locked and then sometimes people like me– us...we can open some of the doors, some of the time. Or uh, fuck up the house entirely, if it goes wrong.
[Klaus certainly doesn't seem to mind. in fact, with a small quirk to his lips, he decides to just keep shaking Josh's hand all the way through his explanation. he nods attentively and just shakes shakes shakes the whole time, face straight like it's a normal choice to have made.]
It sounds to me, Josherooni, that it's our solemn duty to help ghosts have house parties wherever and whenever possible.
[as he speaks, Klaus slides down off of the arm of the couch so that he's squashed right up next to Josh, now practically sitting on him. it seems about as random and un-calculated as anything Klaus does, but the truth is that he just keeps finding himself wanting to be closer to Josh. to have his undivided grumpy attention.]
( look, he's not going to be the one to crack first, so the only solution here is to just...keep up the shake. for a weirdly long time, but it's not exactly the weirdest thing klaus has done today alone.
possibly the weirdest thing josh has done, but that's not surprising. for an odd little necromancer witch with a weird old past, he's pretty much a square. )
That's absolutely not what you were supposed to take from that but sure.
( there isn't enough space for two on the couch. hell, there's barely enough space for two in the house, but this is seriously a tight squeeze. he grumbles and fidgets, but it's easy enough to find a more or less comfortable spot. )
Jesus, do you mind?
( but he's already working to untangle the knot of sheets around him, with the vague intention of maybe throwing them over both of their legs instead. )
[in a streak of very un-Klaus like kindness, he's been careful not to push anything too quickly, sensing that maybe his ideas of acceptable breaches of personal space and the amount of necessary time passed before you can ask someone if they're down to make out are maybe a little different from Josh's.
he's just getting a little. antsy.]
Not at all, thanks ever so much for asking.
[spotting Josh's fiddling, Klaus sweeps the blanket out of his hands, and throws it over them both instead. if he'd been patient, it would have happened anyway as a sweet gesture, but Klaus has never known how to be anything close.]
So what were you dreaming about? Before I woke you up. Assuming you have dreams.
( so now they're just sitting on this tiny ass couch, crammed together under josh's blankets, like this is just a thing that they do. maybe this is just klaus's brand of normal – he's always been a pretty tactile guy, right? he doesn't think too much about the coven these days, but now he's trying to remember how klaus was there.
it's totally reasonable to assume that this is just...how he is. josh can be normal about this, he absolutely can. )
Obviously I dream!
( he really can't. )
If you're angling for me to say 'you' you're going to be disappointed, it was just ghosty shit. What were you doing before you woke me up in the middle of the night?
[if Josh is struggling to remember what Klaus' time at the coven was like, then Klaus definitely doesn't remember. he remembers Josh, though. that's basically all. he remembers their first conversation, and their last, the night Klaus (was asked politely) decided to leave. he didn't want it to be their Last last. he's glad it wasn't.
he laughs at Josh's outburst, entirely too loud for the hour.]
Alright, chill out! So you dream, cool. Fab for you.
[this time Klaus leans forward just enough to poke Josh's nose. apparently no part of his face is safe.]
That's okay Osh Josh. Can't rush these things! I'm sure I'll make an appearance in the near future. Anyway I was just- you know. Making ends meet. Pounding the pavement. Bringing home the bacon, keeping the lights on at home base, making the moolah.
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( josh's face immediately scrunches up at the touch, but he doesn't move away. slow reflexes, he just woke up. something like that. since he actually has a key he makes a big show of locking up again, loud and overdramatic, just to make a point.
he could probably just go back to bed, honestly. but he's awake now, and not done chewing klaus out. and maybe once he's done being mad they can chat a bit. surely more interesting than just trying to go back to sleep, right? so he can linger a bit. )
That doesn't make any sense, that's just a phone call. I'm pretty sure living things have to pull you here, that's like...how the whole thing works.
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[he pretends to consider it, biting his lip and holding out his palm to stare at it- hello!- before waggling his eyebrows at Josh and slouching past him to sit on the arm of the fold out couch that doubles as his bed.]
Well, maybe. Do we really know that, though? What if it's all just like, units and single beds over there? Maybe they don't mingle. Maybe they can't! Have you ever asked?
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( he says, very confidently, as he shuffles on after klaus. taking his own seat on the couch, like he isn't fully aware that it's ass o'clock in the morning and this is very much klaus's bed.
which is something of a sore spot, if only because josh knows he's very much taking up the bed and very much the reason klaus sometimes hobbles into the kitchen with a pinched expression, rolling out a shoulder. it's not like he's any closer to moving out though, mostly he's just trying to lay low.
maybe they could alternate or something. he doesn't voice this yet, but it's...a thought. something to consider. )
Do you actually want the answer to this? Because I know, but I'm not going to explain it if you're just going to laugh at me.
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[he doesn't make room for Josh so much as he's happy to share the very small amount of space available, hiking his legs up and onto Josh's lap.]
Oh yes, join me in my office and regale me with the inner workings of ghost life. Or afterlife. Pinky swear I won't laugh.
[he even holds it out for Josh to shake, other hand on his heart.]
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but he does stick a hand out, shoved just far out enough that he can shake it quickly. klaus's hand is colder than his, pretty freezing actually, and that seems as good a reason as any to just sort of...draw out the handshake )
Well, okay. It's more like rooms, I think? That's how it seems to me anyway. So they can go between the rooms sometimes, but sometimes the doors are locked and then sometimes people like me– us...we can open some of the doors, some of the time. Or uh, fuck up the house entirely, if it goes wrong.
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It sounds to me, Josherooni, that it's our solemn duty to help ghosts have house parties wherever and whenever possible.
[as he speaks, Klaus slides down off of the arm of the couch so that he's squashed right up next to Josh, now practically sitting on him. it seems about as random and un-calculated as anything Klaus does, but the truth is that he just keeps finding himself wanting to be closer to Josh. to have his undivided grumpy attention.]
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possibly the weirdest thing josh has done, but that's not surprising. for an odd little necromancer witch with a weird old past, he's pretty much a square. )
That's absolutely not what you were supposed to take from that but sure.
( there isn't enough space for two on the couch. hell, there's barely enough space for two in the house, but this is seriously a tight squeeze. he grumbles and fidgets, but it's easy enough to find a more or less comfortable spot. )
Jesus, do you mind?
( but he's already working to untangle the knot of sheets around him, with the vague intention of maybe throwing them over both of their legs instead. )
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he's just getting a little. antsy.]
Not at all, thanks ever so much for asking.
[spotting Josh's fiddling, Klaus sweeps the blanket out of his hands, and throws it over them both instead. if he'd been patient, it would have happened anyway as a sweet gesture, but Klaus has never known how to be anything close.]
So what were you dreaming about? Before I woke you up. Assuming you have dreams.
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it's totally reasonable to assume that this is just...how he is. josh can be normal about this, he absolutely can. )
Obviously I dream!
( he really can't. )
If you're angling for me to say 'you' you're going to be disappointed, it was just ghosty shit. What were you doing before you woke me up in the middle of the night?
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was asked politely) decided to leave. he didn't want it to be their Last last. he's glad it wasn't.he laughs at Josh's outburst, entirely too loud for the hour.]
Alright, chill out! So you dream, cool. Fab for you.
[this time Klaus leans forward just enough to poke Josh's nose. apparently no part of his face is safe.]
That's okay Osh Josh. Can't rush these things! I'm sure I'll make an appearance in the near future. Anyway I was just- you know. Making ends meet. Pounding the pavement. Bringing home the bacon, keeping the lights on at home base, making the moolah.