[ It's unbearably hot. Sticky. Worse than a sauna filled with German tourists and none have a Würstchen worth a deutsche mark. If it's a carnival, it's supposed to be fun, so why isn't he having any? The funnel cake is covered in maggots, there's no delightfully flexible acrobats to say hello to. God, there's not even drugs.
Bottom lip resembling a toddler's diving board, Klaus snatches up a bag of popcorn. He glances at the back— he's watching his sodium— but oh fuck it, who even cares. Who even cares! A careless rip of the plastic and he's pouring it into his mouth in a waterfall of salt, oil, and.... cheddar?
A minute of angry gnashes and he's starting to feel much, much better. No. Wait. That feeling isn't better. It's a little hard to tell sometimes, wires all so crossed but— Klaus stop the internal narration, your insides are attempting by force to become your outsides!Ohgodohgodohgod. He looks around, desperate, and wrangles the nearest arm with chipped glittery nails.]
Hey... mister... maybe ma'am. Could you... help me out? I'm really not feeling so—
[Popcorn waterfalls again! This time mixed in a violent spew of stomach acid and this time right onto whoever was so unlucky to be in his grasp.]
KLAUS HARGREEVES | the umbrella academy
[ It's unbearably hot. Sticky. Worse than a sauna filled with German tourists and none have a Würstchen worth a deutsche mark. If it's a carnival, it's supposed to be fun, so why isn't he having any? The funnel cake is covered in maggots, there's no delightfully flexible acrobats to say hello to. God, there's not even drugs.
Bottom lip resembling a toddler's diving board, Klaus snatches up a bag of popcorn. He glances at the back— he's watching his sodium— but oh fuck it, who even cares. Who even cares! A careless rip of the plastic and he's pouring it into his mouth in a waterfall of salt, oil, and.... cheddar?
A minute of angry gnashes and he's starting to feel much, much better. No. Wait. That feeling isn't better. It's a little hard to tell sometimes, wires all so crossed but— Klaus stop the internal narration, your insides are attempting by force to become your outsides! Oh godohgodohgod. He looks around, desperate, and wrangles the nearest arm with chipped glittery nails.]
Hey... mister... maybe ma'am. Could you... help me out? I'm really not feeling so—
[Popcorn waterfalls again! This time mixed in a violent spew of stomach acid and this time right onto whoever was so unlucky to be in his grasp.]
Great.