@girlfrosted
The training that particular day (that’s how their father insisting in calling it, no matter how much it resembled more to torture) had left Klaus exhausted, and not only physically. Hours upon hours seeing dead people, what he needed now was some rest. He just wanted everything to go away. He was still recovering, when he noticed he wasn’t alone anymore. Getting up from the floor of the hall next to her room -where he was trying to get back to his normal self, at least as much as possible-, for a second he feared the body standing infront of him wasn’t an alive one. He relaxed, noticing it was no other than Astrid.
“Sis!” Klaus exclaimed, trying to cover the obvious discomfort he was feeling. “Watcha doin’, here?” He knew her room was on the other side of the floor, and for what he knew, it was almost curfew time.
