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@conjurelost gets another semi plotted starter thing

          It’s been ages since she’s seen him; Klaus. The brother that always seems to just show up, unannounced and unabashed - all of which is fine with Nora ( not really, but it’s not like she’s got the back bone to tell him to stop, besides, she likes taking care of her brother ), never once has she given him a hard time for crashing with her - not even when things to missing, she still welcomes him into her home with open arms. But he hasn’t been there in a while - which of course has Nora’s brain firing off all kinds of terrible what if’s. What if he’s in rehab ( again ) and the program won’t let him stay else where, what if he’s incarcerated, locked up in a cell somewhere with no one to turn to - or worse; what if Klaus Hargreeves is dead, finally overdosed for good, unable to come back to the land of the living forced to spend eternity with those ghosts he spent forever running from. The last thought always lodges a billiard ball in Nora’s throat. She can’t think like that - not for the sake of her sanity. It’s as she contemplates her missing brother that a knock sounds at her door. Raising from her place on the couch number eight finds her way over to the heavy mahogany blockade; only to glance through the apartment peep hole to find ( low and behold ) the very brother she had been lamenting about. 

               “Klaus!” She says excitedly, throwing the door open haphazardly. Nora doesn’t miss a beat in wrapping her arms around her brothers thin form, her arms wrapping around his middle as her 5′3 frame attempts to encompass his 6 foot entirety. “Where have you BEEN?!”

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' you think i'm crazy . ' ( from klaus or vanya )

                 “No!” Nora protests, setting two identical cups of tea down for she and Klaus. “Not at all - I just….” She falters, dropping down into her chair next to him. It’s not insane to think that Klaus can talk to the dead, it’s his ‘gift’, so that much she’s fine with; it’s the latter half of the story that has Nora drawing a furrowed brow. “If you could talk to Ben all this time…why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

                 She draws the cup in closer, allowing the subtle notes of vanilla and hibiscus to travel up through her nasal passages; doing absolutely nothing to calm her nerves. If Klaus was telling the truth then that would open up an entire world of possibilities, conversations she could have with the brother who she’d been so close to - but on the flip side it would mean a great deal of hurt for number eight, because Klaus knew how much Ben had meant to Nora…and he’d gone all this time without saying anything about his hanging around.

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           A small smile falls across Nora’s features as Vanya pipes up; which earns a dismissive gesture from number eight. “Vanya, I can pay for your coffee - I’m not that poor.” 

         She laughs, a tiny sound. “Besides, it’s not everyday you come to visit. So? Oh come on - you said you had “ big news ”  - don’t keep me waiting, what is it!?” Nora’s smile blooms a little larger, her small hand gently swatting at her sisters arm. It’s been a long time since she and number seven have spoken - even longer since either had any kind of news to share at all. Eight would be lying if she said she wasn’t slightly nervous, but that came with the territory - Nora was simply quick to worry, a trait bred into her from early childhood. 

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      Pale blue sapphires grow wider with each word that tumbles past Klaus’ lips. She hadn’t known - couldn’t have, not when number four had never spoken up - never said anything to any of his siblings. Deep within her chest Nora’s heart shatters for the brother who, up until now, she’s only assumed has lost his way; followed the beat of his own drum a little too closely. Now that she knows what the purpose of the drugs really are; why Klaus seems so terribly petrified of being sober - Nora quite honestly wants to lift from her spot and drown him in her stashed vodka bottle; but that desire is challenged by the idea that if she encourages this behaviour Klaus is going to die sooner rather than later - and number eight can’t bare to see that happen.So instead she reaches out over the small kitchenette table, both hands grasping his in an attempt to ground him - to make him see she’ll be there as long as he needs her. They’re family after all - and nothing is going to tear that aspect away. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Nora’s voice is soft, gentle in it’s subtle prod. Lord knows what’s going on inside the recesses of her brothers troubled mind - the last thing number eight wants to do is push him farther away; make Klaus feel like he needs to leave. 

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          Nora finds her eyes rolling up toward the sky as her brother makes that entirely cringe worthy sound, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a small smile plastered against her features as she does so. “Only when you’re around, Klaus.” She isn’t unaccustomed to number four finding his way into her apartment - since they were young eight had always gravitated toward he and Ben and as a result Nora’s taken it on herself to give Klaus shelter whenever he needs it. Sure things occasionally go missing but the tiny blonde is smart enough to hide her cash tips in a secret spot deep within the confines of her closet, an old shoe box that Klaus has yet to find - thankfully. 

          She shakes her head in response, fixing her arms across her chest as she holds firm against Klaus’ puppy dog look. Nora may be easily manipulated but she’s not about to encourage her brother’s reckless behaviour - she’s already lost one sibling to tragedy, she isn’t about to lose another. “Don’t think so buddy, it’s water or orange juice. You hungry? I can make you something to eat.” Sure, she’s just finished an eight hour shift at the restaurant, her feet are killing her and her neck feels like the wrong end of a boy scout rope - but Nora would do anything for her siblings; she’s a chronic people pleaser.

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     Unabashed awe is written across number eights features; there’s humour laced within those same delicate laugh lines though as the motion Klaus makes forces Nora’s lips upward in a smile. She’s not unaccustomed to paying for Klaus’ meals, she nearly prefers it - because at least she’ll know he’s eaten at all. “Rude!” The little blonde exclaims, a short laugh escaping from her chest as she does. There’s no hostility here of course, it’s all jokes. Nora likes this atmosphere, the easy, breezy to kids at a burger joint feel - it reminds her of when they were kids, when she, Klaus and Ben would skip off to whatever place was closest and loose themselves among the normality for a while; pretend they were someone else’s kids, that they were loved - if only for a few hours.

      In retaliation Nora snatches the milkshake she’s ordered for him ( because she knows Klaus needs all the calories he can get ) and sucks back a hearty mouthful - only to have her plan backfire and deliver a massive brain freeze almost instantaneously. “Ahhhhh!” She groans, returning the cup back to it’s rightful owner.