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Aug. 5th, 2020 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyhigh_seanceEnter: One Klaus Hargreeves.
He kicks the door back, as he steps into the room, both hands full with bottles of an alcohol of such poor quality it can only be classified as 'poor life choices in a bottle'. There's a plastic medical ID band around one wrist, a gauze-wrapped bandage around one elbow where his coat has been shoved up, and a complete lack going on in the shirt category (his coat, however, a patch-work fuzzy thing that drapes to his knees and swirls gloriously, is the best).
And he has the brightest smile imaginable.
"Bar! Bar, you are magnificent, let's party baby!" He cheers, "Give the old bastard a proper wake!"
Or a 'enjoy your trip to hell' party, whichever, Klaus isn't particular. Ding-dong, the bastard's dead, and Klaus can't remember being happier.
He kicks the door back, as he steps into the room, both hands full with bottles of an alcohol of such poor quality it can only be classified as 'poor life choices in a bottle'. There's a plastic medical ID band around one wrist, a gauze-wrapped bandage around one elbow where his coat has been shoved up, and a complete lack going on in the shirt category (his coat, however, a patch-work fuzzy thing that drapes to his knees and swirls gloriously, is the best).
And he has the brightest smile imaginable.
"Bar! Bar, you are magnificent, let's party baby!" He cheers, "Give the old bastard a proper wake!"
Or a 'enjoy your trip to hell' party, whichever, Klaus isn't particular. Ding-dong, the bastard's dead, and Klaus can't remember being happier.
