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Beau was many things, but capable of coping gracefully was apparently not one of them. The knock on the door preceded a distant fuss - the wheezy barking of a Snubbull and a muffled, deeper curse of alarm. Then - nothing - until the door creaked open after a long few moments, a scant sliver of space revealing a bright blue eye gazing cautiously - tentatively - at the unexpected visitor.
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Upon identifying who, exactly, was standing at his threshold, Beau nudged the door open with his foot, cursing again as he stubbed his toe on the swinging panel. He looked - well, 'rough' might have been putting it kindly. A pair of thick, woolly pajama pants was his only clothing of choice, and while the sight might have been welcome to Klaus, the effect was somewhat spoiled by the sling that cradled Beau's right arm to his midsection. His free arm bore a struggling Chaos, the Snubbull snorting and snuffling as he investigated the erstwhile intruder with watery eyes before almost immediately settling down with a complacent growl as he recognized Klaus.
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"Klaus?"
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Beau blinked, as though trying to ascertain whether the smaller man was in fact paying him a visit. His hair was even more of a mess than usual, and the dark circles weighing heavy under his eyes gave a clue to exactly how he'd been treating himself for the past few days. He fumbled about, as though he wanted to move forward into the other man's space and move backward to allow him entrance, somehow combining the two and nearly tripping over his door.
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Chaos growled in discomfort, and Beau recovered, straightening with a cough. "I, uh. Geez, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, we were supposed to-" His features pulled tight into a frown, grimacing at himself, and he gestured with his head, the only extremity he had free to signal anything with. "Come in, if you, uh, don't mind. Lemme get him down, I can...fill you in."
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The phrasing seemed too innocuous for what had transpired, perhaps.

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What had happened? Beau snorted inelegantly as he cast around for how he might even start recounting the events that had led to his missing their...appointment, then instead leading to his current situation.
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"Uh...aliens, I think?" he started, heaving himself down to sit on the couch with a low grunt, wobbling only a little due to the lack of an arm to stabilize himself. He gestured for Klaus to sit, but with as much fidgeting as the other man was doing, Beau half-wondered if he'd be inclined to sit at all. He might run out the door before Beau could even try to finish his story, because it did sound ridiculous.
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"Bunch of us got taken, woke up in some kinda alien jail. Giant pokemon there bein' prison guards, we had t'do what they wanted or we'd get in trouble. Or worse," he grimaced.
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His gaze focused on a spot on the carpet as he continued. "Didn't think I was gonna make it out, personally, but I was lucky enough to get by. If we did really good, we got t'see where we wanted t'be the most. What we wanted the most."
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His vigil on the carpet was broken only for a moment as he glanced up to Klaus, murmuring under his breath, "You were there, anyway."

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