#stilettostab

[krankenklaus]

Waiting for Santa

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August certainly looked festive. Klaus was wearing a practical sweater and comfortable sweatpants and was curled up in a comfortable armchair. In front of him was a table with milk and a plate of cookies. 

The tradition was different to what he was taught when he was a boy, but he quickly adapted to the American ways. 

“For Santa Claus,” he replied, then paused. Had August never heard of Santa? Surely they had a Santa in Belgium. “Or Father Christmas.” Klaus paused, wondering if that would click in August’s mind. “Santa Claus delivers presents to all the good people and we wait by the fireplace for his arrival.” 

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“Oh, I haven’t seen you around here lately. Thought you left for something better,” Dot said with her half-grin as she greeted an old friend. “Did you enjoy your time off? Have fun?” 

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August giggled, kicking his feet a little bit from where he sat on Liam’s counter. “It probably doesn’t. It would be a shame to die for a milkshake that doesn’t even appreciate your sacrifice.”

He took a sip of his own with a hum, licking his lips before he spoke again. “I just wish they’d been making strawberry. But chocolate is good too.”

“Wull I appreciate any milkshake I can get.” Liam chuckled, sipping his newly acquired drink, even if it was obtained by ill-gotten means. He didn’t know who August had stolen them from, and frankly he didn’t care, seeing as his medbay had been the chosen hideaway and August had felt so inclined to share. 

He’d gotten spoons from his coffee drawer for them and was licking the back of his perhaps a little too intimately, but what could he say? He was a slut for chocolate. And just in general, if his reputation was anything to go by.

“Mmmh, wull, thank ya. This is fantastic. So-” He hummed, wiggling his spoon at the Spy. “How’s th’ thing? Did ya talk to yer fella, an’ th’ tightarse known as Dr. Hartmann?”

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“Augustus Jacob, I swear to God that better not be you!” Robert had seen a familiar looking mop of hair on a slender frame slip down the hall. He knew how the man moved any day of the week but he still hoped who he was seeing was not his friend. The last thing August needed was to be in a place like this. He got closer only for his suspicions to be correct. 

“Fucking hell, it is you. Auggie, what the hell are you doing here? You didn’t get arrested, did you? I told you not to risk it for me.”

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August startled, looking over his shoulder sheepishly. He was crouching in front of a door in a part of the base he thought nobody wandered through, his lock pick positioned in the door. He had no idea what was behind it, but it was far enough away from the dorms that it probably wasn’t someone’s room. Probably just a storage closet, but he still wanted to know. Plus, maybe there was something cool in there.

“…Nothing?” He gave the Scout a little smile, hoping to look innocent despite being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Holy shit, this guy was skinny. That was the first thing that Russell couldn’t help but notice about him.

And people think I don’t eat enough? 

But he was brought out of his mind by the way the Spy reacted. Typical, really. Sneaking around and trying to get into locked places. It least it wasn’t a dorm. 

“Well, it looks something if you ask me, ehehe...” he rubbed at the back of his neck. He glanced to the door and then back to the Spy, “I don’t think you’re gonna find anything all that interesting in there. I mean, if you’re trying to get in there or something. It’s just a basic supply closet.” 

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Dell frowned and stumbled back a bit “if anyone’s allowed to be hungover here it’s me” he grumbled. He tool a wobbly step foreword and reached for the bottle that was so rudely taken away from him. “J-just give me the drink. It’s my- my last one I sw-ear.” 

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"Klaaaaaaaaaaaaaaus." August let himself into the infirmary, not really checking to see if the doctor was busy before he did. "Are you busy? I have questions about stuff."

Truth be told, he actually missed August barging into his office. “What is it?” he asked, putting his pen down. It was probably for the best if he took a break -- his hand was covered in smudged ink from writing. 

[krankenklaus]

To the left, to the left

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It would be the worst thing Klaus had ever done: a prank. 

Klaus often thought himself above silly things like pranks and had his reputation to maintain. But he couldn’t pass this one up: pushing the common room furniture a few inches to the left. It was a simple prank, and no one would even know he had done it! 

And it would be fun to watch people bump into furniture the next morning. 

“Ready?” he asked his accomplice.