Klaus is weirdly used to things and things that were once people but are now mostly gore and trauma, suddenly appearing next to him seemingly from nowhere. One might think that would make him prepared when someone sidles up behind him.

But one might think incorrectly.

The sound of a new, rough voice cuts through the relative silence he’d previously been in. Klaus just about jumps a mile out of his skin— and it’s a full-body physical reaction that ends with him spinning to face his new company, one hand clutching dramatically at his chest. “Spare me the heart attack next time, will ya, Jesusfuck.”