Yeaaaaaahhh. Well. You just haven't met the right kind of people, yet. The people that fuck. Those kind of people. Noooobody liked me until I met the right people, so, yeah. And here, the people fuck, so.

_{[ The right kind of people were probably the worst kind of people that Klaus could try and fit in with, which he did. But even then, he never really found true happiness. Not at parties, not at rehab, but on the battlefield. That's another story though. ]}

You'll do just fine. Just fine. Consent, though. That's important, okay.

_{[ He's been saying this to all the newbies that seem a little shy, but yes. He falls silent for a moment before taking another quick drink from his alcohol. ]}

Ooooh. If you see my family, tell them hi, and that I'm here. You can't miss them. They look like this.. one is part monkey, real big guy.. the other is a reject Batman.. _{I wouldn't approach him casually, be careful} .. one is a celebrity then there's.. _{oh yeah, that's me} an actual child, but he's almost sixty so don't let his youthful appearance fool you aaaaand. Then a sweet girl. But, but, don't let her fool you either. I mean, you might want to stand waaaay back from her.

My family is big. And weird. But I love them.

_{[ go home klaus you're drunk ]}