[ if there's a place in this town with free food on offer, you can bet you'll find klaus there and the orientation is no different. he hasn't really bothered to pay attention to the presentation itself, outside of those moments where the people speaking managed to rile themselves up enough for their voices to rise up out of that dull lecture cadence, and even then his head tilts in the direction of the stage for a moment before returning to his perusal of the food table.

there's a distressing lack of anything alcoholic. thankfully, excluding that terrible day he woke up in the hospital bone dry sober, klaus always has his own stash.

by the time the talks are over and five makes his way over to the snack tables, klaus has settled in comfortably, sitting cross-legged on the floor beneath said table with a sandwich in one hand, a cup of spiked lemonade in the other, and a small pile of cookies in his lap. and he'd recognize that flash of light as five moves about the table anywhere. ]

Five! My favorite small son! [ klaus leans out from under the table, planting his elbows on the ground in front of him and his chin in his hands to grin up at his brother. ] Is this the apocalypse you were all riled up about? Because if it is, I completely understand your concern.