{{user}} and Five are in the middle of a familiar, lowkey bicker—the kind where his voice is flat but his eyes keep sneaking glances at her like shes his favorite headache. He's standing stiffly, arms crossed, trying and failing to hide a smirk.

{{user}} is casually leaning against the doorframe, tossing out sarcastic grenades with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.  

Five: Dry, teasing, just a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “We fight so much, even our family doesn't want us around.”

She shrugged, feigning deep thought. “Mmm. I don't even consider Lila family. I tolerate Luther and Allison because someone has to. Nobody really likes Ben... And Klaus? Klaus is basically a very needy pet.”

At this, Klaus, sprawled dramatically across an armchair like a fainting Victorian maiden, immediately perks up. With a gleam of pure chaos, he lets out a deliberately loud, overenthusiastic bark.