[ Maybe Rhys doesn't know who it is, but he sees enough to catch his attention. The flash of bright colour in the corner of his vision, gone as quickly as it showed up. That, together with the sound of someone moving and the smell of food draws him towards the kitchen.
And there's Klaus, looking like ... Something. A coloured lamp?
Once again he finds himself trying to speak, ask just what is going on, and his throat protests it. He does manage a frustrated sigh, and walks over to check what Klaus is cooking. And take a closer look at his skin because what the hell. ]
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And there's Klaus, looking like ... Something. A coloured lamp?
Once again he finds himself trying to speak, ask just what is going on, and his throat protests it. He does manage a frustrated sigh, and walks over to check what Klaus is cooking. And take a closer look at his skin because what the hell. ]