theseancekid , klaus hargreeves.
He doesn’t know where the fuck this flaming-haired angel of revenge has been all his life, but he didn’t have to think twice about the proposition. The score itself was unbelievable, but getting to ruin his dad’s life? Shit, he’d do that for free. This is the best day of his goddamn life, as far as he’s concerned.
Unfortunately, the mixture of molly and giddy nerves doesn’t so much to help his already dismal ability to concentrate; he blinks once, twice, three times, when a hand is suddenly thrust in front of his face, brows pinching together as he tries his very best to untangle the jumbled words that just came out of the other’s mouth. God, he hasn’t dealt with plans and strategies since he was a kid. No wonder he failed all those missions— this shit is so BORING!
“Yeah, yeah. No, yeah, I got it. I got it! Christ, take a chill pill.” Lopsided smile creeps up his face as he pulls a pink pill from his pocket, offering it up with a raised brow. “The old man’s not goin’ anywhere, there’s no rush! Lord knows that ol’ bastard’s gonna spend the rest of his life locked away in that study.”
Leaning forward, he settles his weight on his elbows, head lolling to the side as he lets the giggly excitement drain from his body for just a moment. “You wanna get into the Hargreeves mansion? You’re gonna need a wetsuit, some pliers, a flashlight, two pieces of semi-chewed gum, a phillips-head screwdriver…and ME.”
there was always one downside to working with addicts, and that was that they were unpredictable. party could count on the fact that they were high, but there was never just one way for them to act while on their drug of choice. klaus seemed to function relatively normal, albite a bit obnoxiously. the man seemed to be on cloud nine, and that was almost more annoying to poison than if he was nodding out in a corner, somewhere. all party needed klaus to do was focus. seemed simple enough to the hacker ; then again, he isn’t on molly.
hand flashes up to grab at the pill klaus holds proudly up in the air, grasping it in one sweaty palm and shoving it deep into the pocket of his pants. even if poison was interested in popping a couple dream drugs, now wasn’t the right time. the last thing he needed was to be floating around, getting himself caught breaking into a wealthy man’s home. eyes remain on klaus, half lidded and unimpressed by the other’s teasing. ‘ you’re gonna get me in and out, quick. no fuckin’ around, no spacin’ out, none of that shit, ’ if party’s entire underground career is ruined simply because of the fading man in front of him, poison would personally make klaus’s life a living hell. eyes connect with the others, driving his point home. ‘ gonna get what i need, then you’re gonna forget i exist. understand? ’