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@klein-klaus
Leathery knuckles rapped against the door, doing his best to not smear blood on the wooden board. It was dark and hospitals are a no go for him. Clinics at this time would be closed but something guided him to one via the backdoor entrance in an alleyway.
Was it considered reckless by what he was doing? Yes. It strayed him away from his actual case but evidences and clues piled up, steering him off from the logical path back to the supernatural again. It always happened and look what happened to him this time.
Sterling knocked on the door again and gives himself two more minutes before making a plan to go to a pharmacy and do it himself.
"Why did you help me?"
"Because we're teammates." That was his answer as he flicked the blood off his Kukri. Scout's blood. They were about to strike Klaus before they got their throat violently slit by Nathan who appeared out of nowhere without warning.
"And you were in danger so of course I help you."
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🌹 = my opinion on your character
I know we rarely write a lot in the past and now but honestly I love seeing reading Klaus's interactions as he holds his view and personality from how long you have him and it makes me happy to know that he's still ongoing even from your previous absences.
Continued from X // @klein-klaus
Whose blood is it? Well... let’s say she got into a bit of an ‘argument’ with some other mages, who clearly didn’t liked her all that much, and made her resort to a bit violence. They aren’t dead though, but she surely scared them away after a few hits and cuts. Sadly though, some of their blood got on her clothes. And she even had the ‘luck’ to run into someone. Wonderful. Now she had to explain herself.
“ Oh. Don’t vorry about it. “
Was the mage’s reply, before she smiles at Klaus. But in the next second she realised that this wasn’t the best answer. Actually, if anything, it sounded almost ominous. Perhaps she should clearify.
“ I mean, zhere vere zhese guys, and I kinda beat zhem up- “
‘Beat them up’ is the nicest way to put it actually.
“ - so zhat’s zheir blood, but zhey already ran off so... “
And there she trails off, unsure what to say to make the situation better. Or to be less suspicious. Because honestly? She really didn’t wanted anyone to think that she was a god-damn serial killer or some shit.
"Uh... there's only one bed in here..."
"I can see that too..." Well, what a predicament they're in. Of all the rooms they were given, it had to have one bed. "...We can, well, share it."
“at least let me clean the wound!”
The burly ARC Medic growled lowly in his throat, golden eyes staring unblinkingly at the BLU Medic for a long, long moment before he gave a subtle inclination of his head. A nearby crate was selected as his seat, although the ARC had to limp on a heavily injured leg to get there, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Once settled, he fixed Klaus with a bright yellow gaze. He tilted his head and made a curious grunt, finally giving a blink.