{Every day's another shot

[bestfuneralever]

Who: Klaus + Various
When: Month of May
Where: Solvunn + the Horizon
What: Various threads through the month
Warnings: Klaus' life lends itself to flippant references to child abuse/neglect/violence, mentioned and played out use of drugs/alcohol/other facets of addiction, mentions of death/the dead/ghosts, descriptions of depression/anxiety/panic attacks/suicidal ideation/PTSD; will clearly mark if-when it comes up.

I got high hopes lots of potential

But all I do is fuck it up

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[restingstitchface]

[He leans back in his chair, taking it in his stride.]

Well, my initial thoughts are addiction: kleptomania to be precise. Your general behaviour suggests no underlying medical condition and your personality is wonderful. But do you expect me to diagnose you after five minutes? Please, credit me more than that.

[What can he say? Game knows game.]

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Ehh- [He see-saws his hands a bit.] I guess, maybe a dash of it. [Although petty theft has hit his record a number of times, he'd argue he doesn't steal because he's compelled to, so much as he's always looking for the next opportunity to score.

Addiction isn't wrong. He's just targeted the wrong one. A fair mistake given, as he pointed out, the very short interaction so far.]

But you are a shrink. [He sounds pretty pleased to have pegged that little fact.]

[restingstitchface]

Congratulations. You've uncovered what the network already knows.

[His voice is flattered, amused, barely seething or boiling with anger.]

Maybe a dash more than expected, apparently.

[He glances over at his desk, towards those draws he caught Klaus rifling through.]

[bestfuneralever]

It’s not like the sparkly magic words in front of our faces come with pictures attached, you know.

[A downside to the brain texts, if you ask him.

At the- is an assessment or accusation?- he simply shrugs as much with his face as he does with the wide spread of his hands to tag along with his indifference.]

[restingstitchface]

Only our titles and names.

[He offers an idle roll of his shoulders and returns his gaze. He might be reserved but he also feels confident - and hardly regards himself as a pushover. Do people see "Doctor" before his name? Perhaps he'll ask someone to check out of curiosity.]

It's a fact most forget.

[bestfuneralever]

I guess titles are pretty important when you go into all that debt for a degree… [Which is to say, yeah, in one ear and out the other for someone like him. Oops?]

[restingstitchface]

Tell me about it. Medical school must have an attraction to the insane.

[Is this how one projects empathy? Who knows!]

[bestfuneralever]

[He snorts a laugh at that.]

So. Uh- been here long? I’m pretty new, still figuring all this stuff out.

[What stuff? Unclear. The world they’ve found themselves in, maybe, or perhaps the magic or Horizon?]

[restingstitchface]

Just over a month, now.

[He leans back in his chair, fingers tapping on wood.]

Not long enough to settle in but long enough to have made an impression. Much as yourself, I imagine?

[bestfuneralever]

[He nods a little.]

Something like that. Although, I’m not sure how much of an impression I’ve made. I doubt anyone even really knows my name.

[restingstitchface]

Ah, people hardly need know your name to know who you are.

[Subjects knew his other name, his real face hidden from the world. But it wasn't his name that left them with the greatest impression.]

Your personality has already made an impression, after all. Just not a favourable one.

[bestfuneralever]

Yeah... [He frowns a little.] I guess that's true.

Aww come on, you don't think we're gonna be besties? [He asks in an utterly over-the-top, facetious way, propping his chin in his hand.]