log | eddie & klaus have a playdate

[imprudency]

WHO: Klaus Hargreeves & Eddie Munson
WHAT: new friends!
WHEN: nebulous weekday!
WHERE: Lydia's Apartment

Lydia's apartment might as well be considered his own, for how much time he spends in it. While they each have keys to the other's apartments, Klaus finds her bed to be far warmer and much more comfy to laze about in. After all, he's the master of slipping in at night or casually hanging out too long following movie nights to necessitate he stay. Lydia has become his person, lately, and the gravity of her pulls him back in.

She's gone off to work by the time he wakes up and he thinks nothing of it as he finally peels himself out of bed. He fumbles around for something to cover up with - throwing one of Lydia's sheer, floral robes on, as if that will somehow make the fact that he's in only his underwear more modest. Not that he cares - it's enough to stave off the chill. He doesn't think about Lydia's roommate as he pads out, a bleary mess of curls in his face, leaving him to blindly go for the coffee.

He's at the counter when he realizes someone else is in the room - or newly arrived. He's hardly paying attention, and fucking Ethel is outside wailing again about some pigeon shitting on her bench. One day, she'll rest in fucking peace and be happy to camp out on her ghosty bus bench. But today is not that day.

"You want coffee? If you don't, then I'll assume you're inhuman and very unfun. Which would be very disappointing since I take it you're the Other Man. My wifey has spoken highly of you." He fumbles the coffee pot, nearly burning his hand on the pot that had filled shortly before he woke. "Shit, it's too early," he groans, popping the end of his thumb into his mouth as he fishes out a second mug.

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[ididntrun]

Eddie's picking at some toast at the kitchen counter when a bleary eyed man in a floral robe emerges from Lydia's room and glides towards the coffee pot. He raises his eyebrows mid bite when he speaks. Eddie huffs, dropping his toast.

"As far as simulants go, I guess it'll do, though I'd prefer something stronger." He hasn't been to bed. He spent most of the night on the couch, watching TV and staving off sleep. Every time he closes his eyes he sees Chrissy on the ceiling and it's even harder to deal with now that he's actually getting to know her.

He'll fight off never never land as long as he can. He leans against the counter, propping his chin on his hand before looking Klaus up and down. "And you must be Klaus. Gay boyfriend extraordinaire."

"Nice robe."

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Klaus snorts, pouring Eddie a cup without a second thought. This guy could be a crazed stranger in their apartment and he'd greet him all the same. After all, this guy tries anything crazy and he'll summon ghost Ethel with her ghost mafia to scare him away.

"Something stronger," he sighs wistfully, sliding a cup across the counter at him. "I would kill for a good upper. Maybe a little X, just to get the blood flowing you know. But those days are beyond me."

And what a revelation that is. He cradles the cup between his palms and drinks from it, wincing at the bitterness. Coffee is shit, but at least it's something to wake him up.

"Klaus, pan husband extraordinaire, thank you."

Never mind that boyfriend almost sounds just right. "And you must be Eddie. Love the hair. All that body."

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He takes the offered cup, cocking a questioning eyebrow in Klaus's direction. "Did you find Jesus or something?"

That's about the only reason people in his family or his life attempt trying to quit and that usually only lasts a couple of weeks.

His eyebrow rises a little higher at the correction. He leans over his coffee cup with inquisitive eyes. "What's a pan husband?"

He's pretty sure they're not married, especially since Steve was over the other night. And he has no idea what pans have to do with their arrangement, but he's definitely curious. He rolls his eyes at the compliment, even as he reaches up to twist his hair in his finger. "Thanks."

He takes a sip of his coffee, sliding his remaining piece of toast towards Klaus in exchange. Fair is fair.

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"No, no, no. I started a cult, so I was a form of sexy Jesus at one point, but no. I can see ghosts and shit, and turns out when you're tripping your way into next sunday, no ghosties come around! And some say it makes me more likable, it's really no fun."

Klaus huffs, sips at his coffee with another wince. It's not great and it's too hot, but it does something to stimulate the nerve endings in his brain.

"Oh god it also makes explaining the world to your precious, close off little mind painful. Pan, pansexual. Like a big old happy sauce pan happy to take anything and everything. Just make it fun and fast, that's all that matters. And I'm not married, but if you ask if I'm married then I'll say I have the sexiest, hottest, wittiest wife in all of Eglaf. But only when she's around to hear it."

He smirks, teasing, but blinks when the toast comes his way. Huh. He wastes no time in swiping it and taking a bite. He gestures with the toast toward Eddie. "You have officially left the 80s, do not pass go, do not collect... well, whatever it is."

[ididntrun]

Eddie cracks into a delighted grin at Klaus's casual mention of starting a cult, being a sexy Jesus and seeing ghosts. "Well, if you're sexy Jesus, what's a holy spirit here or there?"

Eddie chuckles at Klaus's explanation, pressing his lips together and nodding as if he's impressed. "So she wears the pants and you wear the robe. Got it."

He sighs, shaking his head. "My diploma, among other things." He shrugs. "Not that it matters." He takes a sip of his coffee. "So you want to see the ghosts?"

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Klaus snorts, leaning a hip against the counter as Eddie speaks. He'll be an entertaining roommate, he realizes. He takes another bite of the toast, humming around the bite as he thinks on what he wants to say.

"One, yes. She wears the pants. Sometimes. Ugh, she has these leather skinny jeans and I have to admit even I steal them sometimes."

A shrug of his shoulder and a swig of coffee, he sighs. "But no, I don't want to see ghosts. Fucking hate the creepy crawly shit but it is my god given gift and the turns out people like me better when I'm sober. Who knew? It's so boring. The dead are so fucking loud when they realize you can hear them."

[ididntrun]

Eddie takes a sip of coffee, enjoying the boldness of it. He's used to taking it black and plain, just like his uncle. He wonders if he knows he's dead by now. He hates that he didn't get to say goodbye. Didn't get to explain things to him.

He nearly inhales his coffee when Klaus talks about sharing leather pants with Lydia. Eddie tilts his head slightly and thinks that they probably are pretty close in size. He clears his throat trying to recover, a wicked grin on his face. "Why do I get the feeling you're both jaw droppers in them?"

Eddie pushes himself up off the counter and fiddles with his leather bracelet. "Well, I don't know what you're like high, but I know Lydia's crazy about you. She hasn't stopped talking about you since I got here."

He huffs. "And speaking as one of the recently departed, it's good to know someone can still hear you when you're gone. I'd be fucking loud too."