"Hmm...true." He likes the way Gary thinks! Even if it's for very different reasons he would like to think of it that way than Gary might. Or maybe it's the same, he doesn't know the guy, after all.
He sees the odd flick of his wrist and wave of his hand and Klaus can't help giving a confused frown at the action. It was so specific, like it meant something, somehow, but Klaus couldn't begin to guess at what it meant at all.
The whole idea of it is chased away as a finger comes to connect with his nose and he wrinkles it a little at the feeling, laughing a little at the action. "Mmm... I'm one of seven adopted kids with a shitty dad-- actually, I don't know- you may've heard of him before? Reginald Hargreeves..."
His father was well-known as a strange billionaire who took in a handful of special chldren in some misguided effort to create am elite team of them for...reasons the wider public never knew, but always heavily speculated about. Most people didn't realize, or recognize, that those kids he'd collected for himself were Alphas.
Klaus wonders if that name will really mean anything to Gary at all.
The name blew across his mind like a cold, gusty wind. It was definitely familiar. Having dug through all of Rosen's not-so-secret files (please, Gary knew all their passwords on day numero uno), the Hargreeves family had as much importance as Stanton Parrish. They kept to themselves, and not even Dr. Rosen, for all his secret access, could not get past a billionaire's demand for privacy.
"I know the name. He seemed like a mean bastard." One did not need to read about the man to know that. Just look at his picture. The files on the kids were locked up even more with only their names being available, sometimes not even that. "Was he that bad?"
Gary reaches down again, this time for the sleeve of Klaus's shirt. It was a unique texture and one he wanted to touch. So, he did. A barely there touch akin to someone running their fingers over a pond's surface.
"That's an understatement, but also not incorrect." He laughs, a more hollow sound than any of the other times one has bubbled up out of him so far. His eyes don't quite hold the light they did seconds ago, either, with the conversation shifted to his father (by his own fault, no less).
"Um... yeah," he nods a bit. "Yeah, he was awful, Gary. He did...terrible things to us, because of the things that we could do. We weren't his children... we were his science experiments. Seven of us, all lined up and begging for his attention."
Klaus doesn't mind, or really even seem to notice, the way Gary reaches to touch him. He reaches, not to stop him from what he was doing, but to shift that touch from whatever it was to a thing of comfort for Klaus as he threads their fingers together idly and without a second's worth of thought.
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just low-key tweaks the umbreallas into alphas'verse tbh
He sees the odd flick of his wrist and wave of his hand and Klaus can't help giving a confused frown at the action. It was so specific, like it meant something, somehow, but Klaus couldn't begin to guess at what it meant at all.
The whole idea of it is chased away as a finger comes to connect with his nose and he wrinkles it a little at the feeling, laughing a little at the action. "Mmm... I'm one of seven adopted kids with a shitty dad-- actually, I don't know- you may've heard of him before? Reginald Hargreeves..."
His father was well-known as a strange billionaire who took in a handful of special chldren in some misguided effort to create am elite team of them for...reasons the wider public never knew, but always heavily speculated about. Most people didn't realize, or recognize, that those kids he'd collected for himself were Alphas.
Klaus wonders if that name will really mean anything to Gary at all.
strangely it totally works!
"I know the name. He seemed like a mean bastard." One did not need to read about the man to know that. Just look at his picture. The files on the kids were locked up even more with only their names being available, sometimes not even that. "Was he that bad?"
Gary reaches down again, this time for the sleeve of Klaus's shirt. It was a unique texture and one he wanted to touch. So, he did. A barely there touch akin to someone running their fingers over a pond's surface.
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"Um... yeah," he nods a bit. "Yeah, he was awful, Gary. He did...terrible things to us, because of the things that we could do. We weren't his children... we were his science experiments. Seven of us, all lined up and begging for his attention."
Klaus doesn't mind, or really even seem to notice, the way Gary reaches to touch him. He reaches, not to stop him from what he was doing, but to shift that touch from whatever it was to a thing of comfort for Klaus as he threads their fingers together idly and without a second's worth of thought.