Something that Lars didn’t know was that he had brought not only Claude into the house, but more than that. While Claude Anderson was still asleep in his brother’s bed, another creature was awake. 

     In the corner of the room Lars was in, a figure of his younger brother stood. The figure’s face was expressionless, it had the same clothes Claude wore the night before but without the sunglasses. Its eyes stared right at Lars.

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    The figure that looked like Claude just kept staring down at the other man. It didn’t even blink. It’s gaze followed Lars to the kitchen, still looking at the eyes of the man, as if was demanding something.

     While the real Claude had just steered awake by the sunlight that crept into the room. ”Ughhh,” he groaned, lifting the blankets up to his face to cover his eyes. Then the hungover hit him. An intense pain grew inside his head and his stomach. He could no longer sleep, he reached his arms at the bedside table, only to find that his aspirin and his water bottle was not there.

     Then it dawned on him that he was not in his room. He sprang up. That was a big mistake as it intensified the pain in his head. ”Ouch...”. He looked around the room, and then remembered what happened last night. The last thing he remembered was playing some question drinking games with his older brother that he just met yesterday after so many years. 

     So he was either in his brother’s room, or in another man’s room he had slept with. And there was only one way to find out. 

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    Claude walked out of the room, wearing nothing but an underwear and a black tee he had worn from last night. Walking was a challenge for him as everything was spinning. Plus he did not know the layout of the house and navigating was not fun when you have a hungover. 

     He then finally entered the kitchen with a hand pressed on his head, passing through his clone like it was nothing. ”Where do you keep your aspirins?” he asked in all seriousness, he was not feeling good. 

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    Claude went through one of the drawers, desperate for any painkiller at that moment. Lars’ shouting did not help at all as Claude experienced a ringing pain every time Lars finishes his sentence. 

     He seethed, ”That’s just my Zorua, now painkiller please,” he begged. Which was very rare of him. But he did not care at that moment, all he wanted was for his brother to calm the fuck down and show him where he kept his damn painkillers. 

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    Claude covered his ears to lessen the pain his brother’s shouting was inducing, ”Jeez chill out, you never asked,”. He then walked over to the couch as instructed. His doppelganger followed him.

     The man dropped himself on the couch and the Zorua turned itself back to its original form. It jumped onto its owners lap and rested there.

     When Lars returned, Claude didn’t wait any longer. ”Give me,” he said as he snatched the pill right off his brother and popped it into his mouth, swallowing it with one gulp. 

     ”Ahh...” he let out a breath of relief as the pill began to take effect. He and his Zorua both perked up when the phone rings, ”You know how you treat your guests,” he replied with a grin. 

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    He chuckled at his brother’s attempted remark. He would never live down the moment Lars freaked out when he saw two of Claude. The younger man rested his head on the couch while petting the Zorua that was on his lap. He still needed to recover from the hangover. 

     Though what he did notice was a shirtless Lars walking out the door. It was very peculiar. But whatever, he just assumed that his brother was a shameless person.

     When Lars returned, Claude looked up from his short rest, ”Pshh, whatever. You clearly did not learn anything last night,” he mentioned. Claude literally did not care what breakfast he got. He was also not a heavy eater, a fruit would already do for him. 

     Though despite his own words, and perhaps his own thoughts. His face brightened up when he saw the sandwich. ”Thank you, thank you big brother,” he said with glee as his hands reached for the frappe and the sandwich. 

     As he bit through his sandwich, he asked Lars, ”Not to be rude, but can’t you make your own breakfast?”, Claude had always find it easier to fix his own meal than rely on others to do it. That way he can do it the way he wants it. Plus he did not like to rely on other people.

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    ”Pfft, what a lame excuse,” he snarked at the long explanation by Lars, before breaking a bit of the sandwich apart and fed it to his Zorua. 

     The question wasn’t hard at all. Though Lars was afraid that his brother could not understand his answer, ”Depends on my mood, if I want eggs, I make eggs, if I want sandwiches, I make sandwiches. Breakfasts aren’t hard Lars.”. 

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