The rumors are true

[numberthree]

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[obediences]

Hey, Klaus helped me. And I'm pretty sure Diego stole some when we weren't looking. He can be surprisingly stealthy when he wants to be

[ is he a little tipsy too, miraculously? maybe ]

[numberthree]

[ There are some eyebrows narrowing a little at that. ]

Are you sure we're talking about the same Diego? Taller than me?
Black spandex and shitkicker boots? All heavy stride and woeful vigilante poses?

[obediences]

Yeah, that one. When he's not smashing through windows he's also lurking on rooftops in all black, so

[numberthree]

[ Mmmhmm. ]

And yet, our living room is nothing like a roof top. It's incredibly well lit even.

[obediences]

We were maybe a little distracted
Trying to get a bottle open without breaking it

[numberthree]

And now you've upgraded to drinking and donuts?


Don't keep your audience in suspense, Luther.
Did the bottle at least make it?

[obediences]

The first one did.



The second one didn't.

[ Super-strength, inebriation, and the delicate act of extracting a cork did not mix well. ]

[numberthree]

[ It still earns a snort. Even with the hundred ways that could have been either Klaus or Luther or Klaus and Luther together making that happen. ]

I'm assuming the floor and the third bottle survived?

[obediences]

Where's your faith in us? Of course they did.

The floor's kinda sticky and needs to be cleaned up from the cocktail spill, but. It survived.

[numberthree]

[ It's her faith in Klaus and the will of the drunken that made her sure they did even before she asked. One broken bottle was hardly a hazard long. Aside from the floor. But, honestly, glass shards didn't even rank as existing at all on an actual threat meter in their world.

And. Fine. It was maybe just the smallest bit cute. Stupidly.
Picturing Luther and Klaus surrounded by a field of donut boxes, drinking. ]

Me? Have faith in you?
Where would you ever get a silly idea like that?