Thank you Silver for re-sparking my inspiration! Here we go! Enjoy!
Klarion could never resist the pull of chaos. Be it a argument or an asylum, it seemed the little Witch Boy was drawn to chaos like a moth to a flame.
Who's have thought he'd had found it here?
But nonetheless, here it was. The baby Superman- Connor, was it?- was having a bit of a temper tantrum in the weight room. Everything was being thrown about, and accompanying the symphony of rage was the occasion base grunt or howl of pure emotion. As much as Klarion wanted to judge him he simply couldn't, due to his own past of throwing a tantrum.
Darn his conscious.
"What do you want?" Oh yea, he wasn't invisible. Klarion seriously considered fleeing as fast as possible, the boy was strong and his powers would be taken away if he properly defended himself from the oaf. Instead he planted on a cocky smile and leaned against the doorframe. "I could never resist the sound of chaos." he smirked, ready to run. Connor simply gave him a grunt, sitting on a nearby weight chair.
Don't do it Klarion, just leave. Just leave. Just-
"What's going on?"
Darn it.
Connor grunted again, looking away. Klarion walked in a tiny bit farter, Teekl feeling his pull and following. Though he took nothing more than a step or two, the stupid cat decided that that wasn't enough and lumbered over to the angry Kryptonian, nuzzling his leg. Thankfully the poor kitty cat wasn't thrown across the room or fried with head vision.
"Nothing you'd be concerned with." Connor spat back. "Try me." Why was he doing this? Was he going insane? The Baby Hero's had tainted his mind!
"Just leave me alone." Klarion was always bad at following orders. "No. You've wetted my curiosity." he admitted, taking another step towards the boy. Apparently the patients of the mutant was as this as Klarion's conscious, and before he could process everything, a dumbbell was being hurled at the Lord of Chaos' head. Teekl hissed as her familiar ducked, snatched up the cat, and ran out of the door.
Note to self: Don't push Baby Superman.
Two days later, Connor approached him on his way to bed (He wore long sleeves to bed now) and said a simple and stony "Sorry." before retiring. Klarion went to bed confused.