[funny how things happen to work out in the end. as soon as it's possible, a quest cat™ will be his.]

He... used to live on the moon. [which totally counts, doesn't it? he'd think so. watching peter as he gathers ingredients is somewhat mesmerizing. a meticulous thing he can focus on while petting sandy's head, then he carefully shifts on the counter, sets the hamster in the dip between his legs and squirms out of his coat. klaus wrinkles his nose at peter's expression, readying to ask what's the matter, and then peter continues talking.

it takes every ounce of willpower klaus has to not laugh. mostly because he would've put his hands over his mouth to try and smother it and he can't do that holding peter's tiny familiar. his shoulders jerk with the effort though, head shaking, steady fingers gently tucking sandy into one of the coat pockets.] Not nearly as surprised as you may think, trust me.

[since he understands having a guardian who didn't know what the hell they were doing children-wise, and yet, he'd still cried after finding out the truth about reginald's death. yeah, you can definitely do that, too.]

Still alive back—? [oh. oh—] Damn, man, I'm sorry.