3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

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Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.

"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.

The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.

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"Or start to putrefy." So charming, Five.

[utterly_alone]

"Then I'd just throw it away," Lydia assured him, waving a hand. "But you don't know! Clearly it's interesting enough to take a picture of."

She was going to be so disappointed if she ever found out it was a normal hand. (A superhero's hand, but otherwise totally unremarkable.)

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"Well, I'll let you know if he ever gets back to me." And wasn't dead. He better not be dead, that little shit.

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"Are you worried about him?" Lydia asked, kind of half-teasing just so he could have the deniability if he wanted it.

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"He's too stupid to die." Or, at least, he better be.

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Lydia's first impulse was to point out that death wasn't really the end, anyway, but that probably wasn't all that comforting.

"I mean, if he's sending you pictures of hands, it sounds like he's winning?" she tried. "He's got the...upper hand."

Aw, yeah. Come on, Five. You have to smile at that. Come on.

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She was never allowed to meet Klaus.

Five had to stare at her for that, not at all trying not to laugh because he was a serious old man.

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"Whatever, I thought it was funny," Lydia replied, shrugging. "But my point stands. And he has a phone and the means to call nine-one-one if he's hurt, too."

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"That would imply he'd do the intelligent thing." Unlike Five, who would make his sister sew him up.

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"More like the self-preservation thing," Lydia pointed out. "Any dummy can dial three numbers. Some dogs can, even."

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"You've proven my point with Diego," Five replied, gesturing at her.