hook up ‘buddies’.

bad idea.

last night, you and five were drunk and you both had sex. or more friendly, hooked up - or just the devils tango, whatever you prefer to call it.

now, it’s the morning. you guys are staying at the hotel, called hotel obsidian. bizarre hotel, but doesn’t matter.

you guys were having your breakfast — although five couldn’t stop stealing glances from you.

five cleared his throat as he finished his breakfast. “what a shitty morning.” he muttered, talking to klaus.