[He does not, in fact, notice Ben whispering to Five. He's too busy looking incredulous at what Five just said, thanks.]
Exsqueeze me? Luther isn't qualified to babysit my pet rock! —Don't tell him I said that.
[But also, Klaus has sort of seen a side of Luther that Five may not have. Ben was totally there, though. He could vouch, if Klaus felt like gossiping.
But he doesn't at the moment, so instead he scrambles after the other two to catch up.]
Ben, I'm sure your organs are fine, you just haven't eaten in like twelve years or something. I'd let you have my burrito, but the food truck decided to put soap in it, so the burrito's in hell now.
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Exsqueeze me? Luther isn't qualified to babysit my pet rock! —Don't tell him I said that.
[But also, Klaus has sort of seen a side of Luther that Five may not have. Ben was totally there, though. He could vouch, if Klaus felt like gossiping.
But he doesn't at the moment, so instead he scrambles after the other two to catch up.]
Ben, I'm sure your organs are fine, you just haven't eaten in like twelve years or something. I'd let you have my burrito, but the food truck decided to put soap in it, so the burrito's in hell now.