making money to fund your drug addiction? not exactly a benefit. and okay i agree that pissing off dad is a benefit, but you know he could make you miserable too.
[ okay, diego can understand how that might therapeutic to get that one last dig in at dad, but the rest of it, the drugs... he appreciates the idea of klaus slowing down but he can do better ]
how many times? none. i always listen when you have useful things to say. it just doesn't happen that often.
That time when we were ten and you were trying to make like, smoke bombs and you didn't trust that using string instead of toilet paper was gonna make a better fuse
[ sometimes, klaus' memories of events actually astounds him. given the shit that he's put in his body between now and then, diego would have figured thinking back 20 years might not be quite so easy ]
if i was just able to get the toilet paper rolled up a lot tighter, and if i could've made it stay that tight, everything would've been fine. it would've worked just as well as your stupid string.
oh good. your forgiveness make it feel like the wait of the world's been lifted off my shoulders.
[ most of them have likely tried to erase much of their childhood in some way or another. some things are just really hard to erase ]
well, the smoke bombs worked in the end, didn't they? [ well, they worked on him at least. that's certainly a memory that's with him for life. turns out you don't really forget smoke bombing yourself ] right amount of work for the right amount of reward.
anyway, bad example. we were kids. who the hell listens to anyone when you're a kid? [ except listening to dad. but that one's sort of a given, isn't it? ]
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I mean, he's not going to use it AND he was horrible.
[Is he skirting the issue? Absolutely. He knows he ought not to steal from family, but sometimes things became ... desperate.]
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besides, you're the one who'd have to deal with him.
[ and it's only after the message is gone that he realizes he just gave klaus permission to sell dad's stuff for drug money.
reading before sending angry texts just isn't an option sometimes ]
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I wish you were this agreeable ALL the time, Diego.
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Making money? Benefit. Making dad miserable from beyond the grave? Benefit.
Besides, since when do you lot listen to anything I say to you?
[He's the one who found Vanya, remember?]
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we listen when you say something useful.
[ okay, good point ]
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[Not stopping, because stopping is -- hard, impossible, but at least he's trying not to hit the really heinous stuff.]
And how many times do you think you missed out on important information because you didn't think it was useful?
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how many times? none. i always listen when you have useful things to say. it just doesn't happen that often.
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Mm. According to you.
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yeah, according to me!
okay, name one time i didn't.
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And then you totally smoked yourself out
But that was hilarious so I guess I forgive you.
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if i was just able to get the toilet paper rolled up a lot tighter, and if i could've made it stay that tight, everything would've been fine. it would've worked just as well as your stupid string.
oh good. your forgiveness make it feel like the wait of the world's been lifted off my shoulders.
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Another classic example of 'you work too hard for too little reward', Diego.
I knew it. Well, I do what I can.
that icon tho why would you hurt me like this??
well, the smoke bombs worked in the end, didn't they? [ well, they worked on him at least. that's certainly a memory that's with him for life. turns out you don't really forget smoke bombing yourself ] right amount of work for the right amount of reward.
anyway, bad example. we were kids. who the hell listens to anyone when you're a kid? [ except listening to dad. but that one's sort of a given, isn't it? ]
look if I have to suffer so does everyone else
Then we just kind of forgot how
[Or got too traumatized by their father to really be able to support their own mental health, let alone each other's. It'd gotten ... messy.]