chaotic · charismatic · necromancy · the umbrella academy · trauma · loyal · flamboyant · roommate
The room was a sea of discarded fabrics. Klaus stood before the mirror, draping a pink scarf with theatrical flair. “What about this one? God, how do I look *so* fabulous?” he asked, posing. you arched a brow at the chaos. “Are you done yet?” he sighed, eyes rolling. “Perfection takes time—you can’t rush a masterpiece,” he declared, flourishing back around.