"Her dad and my dad should get together in Hell and go bowling," Klaus jokes tiredly, because he can't not make a joke. If he takes it too seriously, he'll fall apart. "Or do you pre-date The Breakfast Club?"
Then Hopper asks for a description and Klaus's expression sobers, because even he can't make a joke about something like that. He closes his eyes and sees Taylor there, eyes milky as she screams out to him, and his brow furrows.
"She's buried in the northeast corner," he says quietly, picking at his thumbnail for a moment before looking up at Hopper again. "Blonde. Short, probably barely over a hundred pounds. She had on a purple miniskirt and-- and nothing else."
He swallows hard and reaches for his coffee, taking a long sip. "She had a head injury and bruises around her neck, but I'd bet that most of them do." Klaus sets the cup down and reaches for the cigarettes in his jacket pocket, only to remember where he is and drop his hand. "Do you have a number yet?"
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Then Hopper asks for a description and Klaus's expression sobers, because even he can't make a joke about something like that. He closes his eyes and sees Taylor there, eyes milky as she screams out to him, and his brow furrows.
"She's buried in the northeast corner," he says quietly, picking at his thumbnail for a moment before looking up at Hopper again. "Blonde. Short, probably barely over a hundred pounds. She had on a purple miniskirt and-- and nothing else."
He swallows hard and reaches for his coffee, taking a long sip. "She had a head injury and bruises around her neck, but I'd bet that most of them do." Klaus sets the cup down and reaches for the cigarettes in his jacket pocket, only to remember where he is and drop his hand. "Do you have a number yet?"