“and you’re annoying.” Theo stated gruffly. “it obviously does to you,” he pauses, the end of his cigarette rolling gently between two fingers. “he’s probably off, paint brush perched between two fingers as he plots his next massacre.”

he’s rolling his eyes. it’s like being a teenager all over again. “he’s bound to show at some point, especially if 𝒚𝒐𝒖 need him to help plot a murder.”

“ah, a guys night, like back in the old days, right?” he’s extinguishing his cigarette.

“alright,” he stood up from his chair. “where do we start? or should I say, resume?”

did he really want to? no, but it was free entertainment. “still setting things on fire then, huh?” he reached for another cigarette. don’t judge, he’s a bit of a chain smoker.

he could care less about the ‘gas leak’ as long as the witch wasn’t harmed. “well, thanks to you and your bestie, that isn’t the case, right?” hands slid into his coat pockets.

༄ give him a Bonnie Bennett to be besties with. thanks.

he’s following reluctantly. “not exactly how you were feeling back in the 1940s.” he shrugged.

vibrant irises watched his feet as he walked. “oh nothing, just second guessing my choice to spare your clueless little brain back then.” clearing his throat, he let out a sigh. “due tell me our plans then, yes?”

Theo’s eyes scanned his movement before returning back to the ground. “can I just uh, grab some popcorn first? I’m really just here to observe.” he really was serious about the popcorn.

“I wasn’t all that hungry, but, it wouldn’t be the first time you kidnapped me.” lifting his head, he stopped in his steps, shrugging.

“sorry, making me kill against my will. forgot you weren’t around for part two of Klaus Mikaelson being a father.” he flicked the cigarette butt from his fingers, an arm raising slightly. “shall we continue?”

he snorted a bit at his words, but soon gained his composure. “dear old dad just wanted to give my mental state a bit of. . . spice.”

“helps to stop me from acknowledging the deep rooted trauma of my childhood.” he shrugged.

“there’s a wall, no switch is needed. I’m about to kill some people with you and not care, if I’m not mistaken.”

“yes, dad.” he said sarcastically, eyes lifting to scan their surroundings.

༄

he’s most likely avoiding him. hide and seek, if you will.

is it really so important that he has to stop what he is doing? he’s actually doing nothing.

“lovely chat, niklaus.” he clears his throat, nonchalantly flicking the still lit cigarette at the man.