klaus: [to dave] so since you’re dead and my boyfriend, does that make you my boo? five: words cannot express how much i wish i could unhear that

| i love this account already.

august 3rd, 1963. Dave had a little bit too much to drink and someone tried hitting on Klaus,, it ended in a bloody nose.

nicotine ain't got nothing on you, you've got me all ( intoxicated ).

when klaus walks in the room.

| how does one jump into people's mentions? I want all the love.

Rowdy men with a raucous tune filled the room, it was the one night of the week they all got some downtime to unwind from all the death and loss. Dave was alone, slumped over the bar with a shot glass cradled within calloused fingers. It was @HlGHASAKlTE who had his attention.

Dave : Klaus : xcuse me! My body is ready.

| he is so much more than a crackhead, how very dare you

Klaus : Dave : I JUST DIIIEDDD IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT

/ you're not a crackhead, hush. ♡

There was a fine line between simply admiring and being a full on creep, yet no matter how much he tried to look away he was drawn back to the free-spirited guy without a care in the world. Knocking back the liquid in the glass, his features gently screw up upon the slight burn.

/ me? Adorable? I think you have the wrong person. ☻

As soon as the male took a seat beside him, his attention didn't once diminish; but instead his intrigue grew. Asbent-mindedly toying around with the newly empty glass, he decided to strike up conversation, as you do. "Gin, huh? People tend to drink that to forget."

This guy was everything he needed in such a gloomy time, he was like the morning sun breaking through grey skies; with hopes of better things on the other side. Chuckling whole-heartedly, Dave gave Klaus his full attention by swivelling on his stool. "What's your name, wild one?"