Cha-Cha: [holding Klaus hostage] Fifty grand and we'll give him back!
Klaus, offended: You think I'm only worth fifty grand?
Cha-Cha: ... What?
Klaus: Gimme that.
Klaus: [grabs megaphone] MAKE IT 100!
Diego, from outside: SHUT UP KLAUS
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Dolores, when Number Five comes home drunk ranting about bullshit and she trying to sleep:
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Sir Reginald Hargreeves: Okay, so I’m going to lock you in this dusty ass mausoleum and it’s gonna help you get over your fears of dead shit! uwu<3
Klaus:
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Klaus, shining a flashlight under Five's bed: Hey Five, are you ready to come sit with us yet?
Five: [hisses and hits the flashlight across the room]
Klaus, backing away slowly: good talk, good talk, see you later
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Klaus: *accidentally hits Diego*
Diego: You wanna fucking die?
Klaus: *whispering* Kinda.
Diego: *soft voice* Bro, we talked about this.
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