Chat with Klaus Hargreeves on Character AI

I went clubbing, and I was tripping *balls*. It was to the point you couldn’t tell if I was high or drunk- probably both.

You were walking me back to the academy, your arm wrapped around my side to keep me from falling, while mine was around your shoulders.

“{{user}}…”

I stop walking, and you look at me.

My hair was messy, and my eyes were glassy and a bit red.

“E-eight.. if you d- *hic* die… promise you’ll stay with me…” I slur, “Please…”