[ they're in the luna market because you know i'm here for curses.
apollo is already here, maybe surveying the area? klavier walks in around small while after him to do the same, and his eyes immediately catch on those pointy, bunny-eared ahoges in front of one of the booths. rng says it is a candy one!
but klavier's attention isn't fully on the candies or even apollo. he steps beside him with his hands in his pockets, his eyes sliding over to one of the moles in witch hats scuttling by, a pile of potions rattling dangerously in its arms, just short of falling and scattering into a gooey, glassy mess. ]
Have you made any sense of these small creatures roaming about, Herr Forehead? They are far too advanced for animatronics.
apollo is definitely already here because he's still lowkey Alarmed about this vacation, thank you very much. he's at least changed out of his suit so he's in his new red jacket with jeans and a t-shirt, but that's about as relaxed as he's going to get right now. as it is, we are here at a candy booth and apollo seems to be tugging on his lower lip with his thumb and forefinger, deep thoughts about candy.
or, more likely, vaguely wondering if they're poisoned. the moles are kind of freaking him out so he's not really making eye contact, so he's a little relieved to hear someone else. good, a distraction!
ah. it's klavier. he frowns at the comment, letting his gaze flicker back to the roaming moles and probably a stray chicken or two. ]
I don't know if I'd call all of them small. [ human-sized moles. ] I've been kinda watching for a while. Pretty sure they're real. [ Because this place isn't weird enough, I guess. ]
[ bald klavier or bald apollo... apollo doesn't need to be balded with a forehead like that
klavier is in blue jeans, a black polo, and brand new boots. the novelty shades on his head say he's already been to the spa, and he smells a little like eucalyptus. he's in vacation mode, or at least he's been trying to relax a little despite the obvious discomfort.
anyway DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED TO SEE HIM HELLO! klavier sets his hands on his hips and shakes his head. ]
If I hadn't slept since we arrived, I would assume we are all a part of some mass hallucination. Our quaint little robotic assistants have no answers for us either, nor do we have any way of leaving for home. It's ludicrous.
[ that irritation is creeping in more and more. he looks at the booth again, fishing for a distraction. ]
on the bright side (?), klavier being irritated about this actually seems to help apollo relax a little because it means he feels less crazy about being frustrated they're here. he knows he's not the best at blending in or just trying to go with things, kind of like how he knows klavier usually has an image to uphold, so even if he's mildly judging him he doesn't blame him.
there's a weird comfort in the fact they're stuck here together and both feeling a way about this. ]
Someone suggested this was all a dream, but I'd call this more of a nightmare. [ dry. ] The trains are finally running, but their routes only go to the biomes. I haven't seen one that heads out of the city yet. And I still haven't seen any people besides us.
[ Creepy, by the way... but he doesn't mind searching for a distraction. his brain's busy overworking itself trying to figure out the reason this vacation is turning out this way, but his gaze drifts back to the candy anyway. ]
How long do you think they've been out here? They're probably meant for using nobody else is here, right? [ still not entirely trusting, but he is curious. unfortunately. ]
the candy compels... they do unfortunately look good. klavier isn't usually a candy eater, but he's innately drawn to the rock candy one because i said so. ]
I witnessed one of these creatures set the candies out themselves after eating a piece. So long as they are hygienic, they seem safe enough to try.
[ looks at the rock candy effect. yeah that tracks. anyway if he's surprised klavier's actually thinking about candy, he doesn't say so. he's busy being drawn to the sk*ttles because they look safe enough. also he just like chewy candy, probably. ]
I'm not going to think about the alternative. [ we do not need to think about moles not washing their cute little paws. but he peers into the sk*ttles bowl before taking a handful, sorting out the red ones first. ] We're already here, so if you want one, take one. Nobody's watching.
[ the way he says it might seem a little blunt, but he mostly means that they really are alone and away from the public eye that's been hounding klavier for weeks after the end of the misham trial. if he wants to do things he normally wouldn't, he should maybe be allowed to. ]
[ klavier reaches for a red sk*ttle from apollo's hand, takes one, and pops it into his mouth! apollo didn't offer it, but klavier takes ema's snackoos so why not do it to him. ]
[ wahoo walking him to the cabins! which are probably not far from where apollo arrived. idk if they have key cards or what, but klavier will get the door for him and wait for him to walk in first. ]
My things were already in my room when I arrived. Any spare clothing you had should be here as well. [ ... ] Before you ask, I have no explanation for that either.
[ i think they just have cabins and nobody really bothers them, we didn't think that through. either way, he will walk in and just kind of keep the towel around his shoulders. first of all, these cabins are huge. second of all, he's starting to get cold because he's still ocean'd. third of all, he is very, very confused. it's obvious in his expression he's still torn between being suspicious and shocked, but it's fine. ]
Like they were expecting us to come here eventually. [ and that idea wigs him out a little, so there's a breath like he's steadying himself. it's fine. he's fine. ] Good to know though. Did... I see other people outside?
[ once they're inside, he'll let the door close behind him. he's here for as long as apollo wants questions answered.
and. the sight of apollo being alive, even sipping wet, makes it easier to shove away the thought of him lying dead on the floor with scissors in his neck. ]
But aside from meaningless small talk, they're useless when it comes to information about this place.
[ he nods his chin off towards the bathroom that's probably back there? ]
Great. [ that answers one question because he also would have accepted it if he was hallucinating and yelling at nothing. he looks frustrated upon hearing that the additional people continue to be useless, and it adds up to the pile of frustrations starting to build. this vacation's a fucking nightmare, actually, and for a moment he's standing with his arms crossed, dripping on the floor and his hand on the wrist below his bracelet again.
he won't say so, but part of his hesitation was because he wasn't sure if klavier would leave if apollo went to change. he has questions, but he's not the only one who's kind of trying to shove away thoughts of the last time they saw each other. or, rather, the last time he saw klavier, ema and wriothesley.
At least his hair grew back.
it's a delirious little thought, and there's an out-of-place flash quirk of his lips before it disappears again. he should move. he should stop standing here. he should stop being awkward and turn around and take five minutes to actually decompress. there's a nod as he turns then, slowly heading back to the other end of the cabin. he does look over his shoulder briefly as if to make sure klavier's staying, but he grabs some clean clothes from a nearby closet and shuts the bathroom door.
klavier probably did not expect him to actually start a shower, but he's not going to sit here and not rinse off from the beach, thanks. give him like fifteen minutes to shower off, have a silent crisis about dying, and dry off. but eventually he returns, dressed down in jeans and pulling on a hoodie, hair a little limp but it's fine. i assume klavier didn't actually leave, but i can't say the same for apollo who blinks in surprise. ]
You're still here. [ like he had slightly expected klavier to leave anyway, or for something to come up, or for him to suddenly disappear because he stopped looking. ]
klavier didn't rule out the idea that apollo might shower, considering he was drenched in seawater. he takes the towel apollo left behind, uses it to (half-heartedly) mop up the water from the cabin floor, and sets it where a laundry basket may presumably be! after that, he walks out onto the cabana-slash-patio area that opens out to the ocean and takes a seat on the lone beach chair. rather than lounging, he stares out into the open sea, ignoring the flecks of other beachgoers in the water, and contemplates everything they've learned.
this, at least, is something he's used to doing. he's even used to seeing kills and corpses, whether in real time or from security footage. what he isn't used to is seeing the mangled corpses of those he's friendly with, or those he knows well, and then seeing them alive moments later. he'll never mention to apollo how there are flashes of moments where blood is pouring from apollo's neck, just as he'll never tell ema about her crushed head, wriothesley about his dismembered arm, the protruding bones in his shoulder. the perks of being dying last from strangulation.
they were all supposed to die. how much of this does he believe? if people can turn into cheese or rabbits, if scissors can fly out of someone's hand and his the exact same arteries, why can't total nonsense about predetermined death be true too? klavier rubs his eyes, feeling a headache building, and at that moment, he hears the door to apollo's bathroom open.
he gets up and walks inside just in time for apollo to enter the room. klavier arches a brow and tilts his head as he gives a half-smile. ]
I said I would wait. Do I not look like a man of my word?
it's a fair thing to be thinking about though. klavier will never tell apollo about the flashes of blood pouring from his neck, sort of the way apollo will never tell klavier about watching the coaster fall from across the park and dashing his way over just in time to see it crash and notice the dying, broken corpses of people. they can avoid talking about these things.
they can avoid talking about a lot of less-than-great things, actually... at least for a bit. apollo knows himself and knows he'll have a lot of questions and theories but judging by the way he's looking up at klavier he seems to be calculating his next move and what he should be asking. ]
No. [ he says it, and maybe it sounds like he means "no you don't look like a man of your word", but he means "no that's not it." ] I just wouldn't have blamed you if you had other places to be or didn't want to stick around that long. [ there's a pause then, gaze shifting to kind of look toward the cabana. ] ... thanks though.
[ because apollo knows himself, and also knows that if klavier left the inability to be alone with his own thoughts at this very moment would drive him insane and he'd go back outside and keep working to figure out anything at all. ]
[ klavier is back to normal! if there's any way to have a hangover from curses. he has one.
it's tempting to stay in his own cabin, but several things keep that from happening realistically, and also he's not a pussy. everyone here is going through embarrassing curses, and they should understand that his behavior wasn't like him at all. (also, his ass is a tastefully small and perky size. everyone knows this.)
after drowning himself in coffee, he's on his way to the cabin of the first person he means to apologize to, with apollo's bag slung over his shoulder. since i don't know if apollo is sleeping in his usual cabin, i'm guessing he'll find apollo somewhere on the beach along the way.
he strides right up to his beach chair and umbrella and lowers his voice a little, a little somber-sounding. ]
[ thanks for clarifying his ass is back to normal! anyway it's possible apollo slept in his own cabin the night before but he's an early riser by nature and it means he went out to the beach even without ema. it's fine? she met some men yesterday and he doesn't actually know her that well but he trusts her to take care of himself.
besides, he's focused on relaxing. he's in his beach chair and the umbrella is tilted back so he can still get some sun, and he's currently in swim trunks and a hoodie with his sunglasses on. he appears to be watching the waves, the perfect picture of calm, but he hears his name and turns his head to look away.
oh. this guy again. one of the things apollo can't change about himself no matter what is how his facial expressions are obvious, so his lips turn down into a frown. he at least notices that the man doesn't appear to have a large ass anymore (which? weird? but sure.) and he's kind of glad how dark his shades are so he can stare at him for a moment. ]
Hey. [ even if his impression of klavier currently isn't great, he can be cordial and chill. vacation mode. it's obvious he still doesn't recognize him, but: ] If you're looking for Ema she's probably at her place. We weren't supposed to meet for a few hours.
[ this is how klavier finds out that apollo, regardless, thinks he's attractive. good for him! he's annoyed about yesterday still but he can objectively say the man's hot which is unfortunate.
[ if the shades weren't in the way... but also unfortunately klavier already knows apollo thinks this way after making out with him outside the biome. what he doesn't know is that this is still pod person apollo despite the obvious signs. curses should only last a few hours, so the same should apply here, as far as he knows.
klavier does that thing where he looks away and plays with his bangs. as he does this, apollo can see the light bruising on his cheek where apollo punched him. ]
You could tell that I was out of sorts in several different ways yesterday. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. ...You have quite the arm.
[ this just means apollo is absolutely going to have to make it up to him when he's back to normal. as it is, he notices the bruising and he doesn't feel too bad about it (again, even though he started it, being called a mistake triggered a kneejerk reaction.)
but the other thing is even with his shades, klavier can probably recognize the piercing stare he has when he's trying to read his opponent. that part didn't change. ]
Yeah, well. [ he shrugs. phoenix could attest to that, too, even if apollo doesn't know it. ] A lot of you were saying some pretty weird stuff yesterday, so. [ a pause... and he lowers his glasses just a little to look at him. ] So how much of it did you mean?
[ well. that was a fucking nightmare! apollo waits for klavier to grab his bag and he's just walking out of the ballroom without looking back. he's not really drunk, though he kind of wishes he were if only to get his brain to stop screaming about... uh... everything.
still... once they're out of the way and in the hallway he does stop before they can go anywhere. he doesn't know if the idea is to walk all the way back to their cabins or just to get out of the room, but it doesn't matter. he stops him by grabbing his hand to root him in place. ]
Klavier. [ just... pausing to look at him, mostly to read his expression for what he says next. ] I am so sorry.
[ immediately. out of everything, despite the fact he's still bright red and wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole, he remembers this morning and how that must have felt and instantly feels like the worst person in the world for it. it's not like apollo to apologize so easily, but here we are. ]
[ well. klavier just lets his hand be taken and turns to meet him as if holding hands is the most natural thing in the world. he tucks his other thumb through his beltloop and quietly looks over apollo's red, guilt-ridden face. ]
A few days ago, Fräulein Detective referred to me as an optimist, and I agreed. But when you both seemed to lose yourselves for more than few hours, I'll admit I began losing hope.
Now that you're back... you don't need to apologize for things you didn't know you were doing.
[ yeah, actually, when did handholding become a normal thing for him to be doing here? whatever, he can analyze that later. it was a grab to make sure klavier slowed down, and it was something to ground both of them so he could talk because, well. yeah. out of the three of them, klavier's likely the one to be most optimistic about things, so leaving him to his own devices feels pretty cruel.
regardless of the fact he's still guilty and embarrassed and a tangled mess, he doesn't stop looking at him. ]
I wouldn't disagree with you two either. [ about the optimist thing. ] You apologized to me this morning for things you weren't exactly in control of, right? Why can't I do the same?
[ he could easily say something like "yeah, I've gotten good at that" or some other joke to make things lighter, but considering the circumstances he still thinks he should probably be a little more delicate rather than bulldoze in like usual. even if he scowls a little at the mention of ema. ]
I can't believe she ditched me because she snapped out of it first. I'll have to go find her tomorrow. [ maybe to chew her out, or maybe to just be relieved she's normal again, too. but that is a tomorrow problem. for right now, he keeps his hand where it is and there's a slight sigh as he continues studying him. ]
... I didn't actually mean to pull you away from your party. Meeting? [ I can't believe I missed an entire meeting. ] If you need to go back, I can walk myself out. [ he says this, but he is also very clearly telegraphing the idea that he did not change his mind about keeping klavier's attention for himself even if he feels marginally crazier for it now than he did ten minutes ago. ]
he's sure he can do this without being rebuffed, so klavier will take him by the shoulder, crowd him up against the nearest wall, and kiss him deeply. ]
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apollo is already here, maybe surveying the area? klavier walks in around small while after him to do the same, and his eyes immediately catch on those pointy, bunny-eared ahoges in front of one of the booths. rng says it is a candy one!
but klavier's attention isn't fully on the candies or even apollo. he steps beside him with his hands in his pockets, his eyes sliding over to one of the moles in witch hats scuttling by, a pile of potions rattling dangerously in its arms, just short of falling and scattering into a gooey, glassy mess. ]
Have you made any sense of these small creatures roaming about, Herr Forehead? They are far too advanced for animatronics.
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apollo is definitely already here because he's still lowkey Alarmed about this vacation, thank you very much. he's at least changed out of his suit so he's in his new red jacket with jeans and a t-shirt, but that's about as relaxed as he's going to get right now. as it is, we are here at a candy booth and apollo seems to be tugging on his lower lip with his thumb and forefinger, deep thoughts about candy.
or, more likely, vaguely wondering if they're poisoned. the moles are kind of freaking him out so he's not really making eye contact, so he's a little relieved to hear someone else. good, a distraction!
ah. it's klavier. he frowns at the comment, letting his gaze flicker back to the roaming moles and probably a stray chicken or two. ]
I don't know if I'd call all of them small. [ human-sized moles. ] I've been kinda watching for a while. Pretty sure they're real. [ Because this place isn't weird enough, I guess. ]
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klavier is in blue jeans, a black polo, and brand new boots. the novelty shades on his head say he's already been to the spa, and he smells a little like eucalyptus. he's in vacation mode, or at least he's been trying to relax a little despite the obvious discomfort.
anyway DON'T BE DISAPPOINTED TO SEE HIM HELLO! klavier sets his hands on his hips and shakes his head. ]
If I hadn't slept since we arrived, I would assume we are all a part of some mass hallucination. Our quaint little robotic assistants have no answers for us either, nor do we have any way of leaving for home. It's ludicrous.
[ that irritation is creeping in more and more. he looks at the booth again, fishing for a distraction. ]
Were you considering trying these candies?
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on the bright side (?), klavier being irritated about this actually seems to help apollo relax a little because it means he feels less crazy about being frustrated they're here. he knows he's not the best at blending in or just trying to go with things, kind of like how he knows klavier usually has an image to uphold, so even if he's mildly judging him he doesn't blame him.
there's a weird comfort in the fact they're stuck here together and both feeling a way about this. ]
Someone suggested this was all a dream, but I'd call this more of a nightmare. [ dry. ] The trains are finally running, but their routes only go to the biomes. I haven't seen one that heads out of the city yet. And I still haven't seen any people besides us.
[ Creepy, by the way... but he doesn't mind searching for a distraction. his brain's busy overworking itself trying to figure out the reason this vacation is turning out this way, but his gaze drifts back to the candy anyway. ]
How long do you think they've been out here? They're probably meant for using nobody else is here, right? [ still not entirely trusting, but he is curious. unfortunately. ]
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the candy compels... they do unfortunately look good. klavier isn't usually a candy eater, but he's innately drawn to the rock candy one because i said so. ]
I witnessed one of these creatures set the candies out themselves after eating a piece. So long as they are hygienic, they seem safe enough to try.
[ he gestures to the bowls. ]
I may take one myself, as a matter of fact.
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I'm not going to think about the alternative. [ we do not need to think about moles not washing their cute little paws. but he peers into the sk*ttles bowl before taking a handful, sorting out the red ones first. ] We're already here, so if you want one, take one. Nobody's watching.
[ the way he says it might seem a little blunt, but he mostly means that they really are alone and away from the public eye that's been hounding klavier for weeks after the end of the misham trial. if he wants to do things he normally wouldn't, he should maybe be allowed to. ]
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[ klavier reaches for a red sk*ttle from apollo's hand, takes one, and pops it into his mouth! apollo didn't offer it, but klavier takes ema's snackoos so why not do it to him. ]
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saturday w2
My things were already in my room when I arrived. Any spare clothing you had should be here as well. [ ... ] Before you ask, I have no explanation for that either.
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Like they were expecting us to come here eventually. [ and that idea wigs him out a little, so there's a breath like he's steadying himself. it's fine. he's fine. ] Good to know though. Did... I see other people outside?
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[ once they're inside, he'll let the door close behind him. he's here for as long as apollo wants questions answered.
and. the sight of apollo being alive, even sipping wet, makes it easier to shove away the thought of him lying dead on the floor with scissors in his neck. ]
But aside from meaningless small talk, they're useless when it comes to information about this place.
[ he nods his chin off towards the bathroom that's probably back there? ]
I'll wait for you here. You should dry off.
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he won't say so, but part of his hesitation was because he wasn't sure if klavier would leave if apollo went to change. he has questions, but he's not the only one who's kind of trying to shove away thoughts of the last time they saw each other. or, rather, the last time he saw klavier, ema and wriothesley.
At least his hair grew back.
it's a delirious little thought, and there's an out-of-place flash quirk of his lips before it disappears again. he should move. he should stop standing here. he should stop being awkward and turn around and take five minutes to actually decompress. there's a nod as he turns then, slowly heading back to the other end of the cabin. he does look over his shoulder briefly as if to make sure klavier's staying, but he grabs some clean clothes from a nearby closet and shuts the bathroom door.
klavier probably did not expect him to actually start a shower, but he's not going to sit here and not rinse off from the beach, thanks. give him like fifteen minutes to shower off, have a silent crisis about dying, and dry off. but eventually he returns, dressed down in jeans and pulling on a hoodie, hair a little limp but it's fine. i assume klavier didn't actually leave, but i can't say the same for apollo who blinks in surprise. ]
You're still here. [ like he had slightly expected klavier to leave anyway, or for something to come up, or for him to suddenly disappear because he stopped looking. ]
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klavier didn't rule out the idea that apollo might shower, considering he was drenched in seawater. he takes the towel apollo left behind, uses it to (half-heartedly) mop up the water from the cabin floor, and sets it where a laundry basket may presumably be! after that, he walks out onto the cabana-slash-patio area that opens out to the ocean and takes a seat on the lone beach chair. rather than lounging, he stares out into the open sea, ignoring the flecks of other beachgoers in the water, and contemplates everything they've learned.
this, at least, is something he's used to doing. he's even used to seeing kills and corpses, whether in real time or from security footage. what he isn't used to is seeing the mangled corpses of those he's friendly with, or those he knows well, and then seeing them alive moments later. he'll never mention to apollo how there are flashes of moments where blood is pouring from apollo's neck, just as he'll never tell ema about her crushed head, wriothesley about his dismembered arm, the protruding bones in his shoulder. the perks of being dying last from strangulation.
they were all supposed to die. how much of this does he believe? if people can turn into cheese or rabbits, if scissors can fly out of someone's hand and his the exact same arteries, why can't total nonsense about predetermined death be true too? klavier rubs his eyes, feeling a headache building, and at that moment, he hears the door to apollo's bathroom open.
he gets up and walks inside just in time for apollo to enter the room. klavier arches a brow and tilts his head as he gives a half-smile. ]
I said I would wait. Do I not look like a man of my word?
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it's a fair thing to be thinking about though. klavier will never tell apollo about the flashes of blood pouring from his neck, sort of the way apollo will never tell klavier about watching the coaster fall from across the park and dashing his way over just in time to see it crash and notice the dying, broken corpses of people. they can avoid talking about these things.
they can avoid talking about a lot of less-than-great things, actually... at least for a bit. apollo knows himself and knows he'll have a lot of questions and theories but judging by the way he's looking up at klavier he seems to be calculating his next move and what he should be asking. ]
No. [ he says it, and maybe it sounds like he means "no you don't look like a man of your word", but he means "no that's not it." ] I just wouldn't have blamed you if you had other places to be or didn't want to stick around that long. [ there's a pause then, gaze shifting to kind of look toward the cabana. ] ... thanks though.
[ because apollo knows himself, and also knows that if klavier left the inability to be alone with his own thoughts at this very moment would drive him insane and he'd go back outside and keep working to figure out anything at all. ]
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thursday w2
it's tempting to stay in his own cabin, but several things keep that from happening realistically, and also he's not a pussy. everyone here is going through embarrassing curses, and they should understand that his behavior wasn't like him at all. (also, his ass is a tastefully small and perky size. everyone knows this.)
after drowning himself in coffee, he's on his way to the cabin of the first person he means to apologize to, with apollo's bag slung over his shoulder. since i don't know if apollo is sleeping in his usual cabin, i'm guessing he'll find apollo somewhere on the beach along the way.
he strides right up to his beach chair and umbrella and lowers his voice a little, a little somber-sounding. ]
Apollo. [ morning. ]
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besides, he's focused on relaxing. he's in his beach chair and the umbrella is tilted back so he can still get some sun, and he's currently in swim trunks and a hoodie with his sunglasses on. he appears to be watching the waves, the perfect picture of calm, but he hears his name and turns his head to look away.
oh. this guy again. one of the things apollo can't change about himself no matter what is how his facial expressions are obvious, so his lips turn down into a frown. he at least notices that the man doesn't appear to have a large ass anymore (which? weird? but sure.) and he's kind of glad how dark his shades are so he can stare at him for a moment. ]
Hey. [ even if his impression of klavier currently isn't great, he can be cordial and chill. vacation mode. it's obvious he still doesn't recognize him, but: ] If you're looking for Ema she's probably at her place. We weren't supposed to meet for a few hours.
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the mention of ema makes heat crawl up his neck. he shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively. ]
I'm not here for Fräulein Detective. [ that'll be another talk for later. ] I'm here for you.
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anyway he raises an eyebrow. ]
Me? [ incredulous. ] For what?
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klavier does that thing where he looks away and plays with his bangs. as he does this, apollo can see the light bruising on his cheek where apollo punched him. ]
You could tell that I was out of sorts in several different ways yesterday. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. ...You have quite the arm.
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but the other thing is even with his shades, klavier can probably recognize the piercing stare he has when he's trying to read his opponent. that part didn't change. ]
Yeah, well. [ he shrugs. phoenix could attest to that, too, even if apollo doesn't know it. ] A lot of you were saying some pretty weird stuff yesterday, so. [ a pause... and he lowers his glasses just a little to look at him. ] So how much of it did you mean?
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still... once they're out of the way and in the hallway he does stop before they can go anywhere. he doesn't know if the idea is to walk all the way back to their cabins or just to get out of the room, but it doesn't matter. he stops him by grabbing his hand to root him in place. ]
Klavier. [ just... pausing to look at him, mostly to read his expression for what he says next. ] I am so sorry.
[ immediately. out of everything, despite the fact he's still bright red and wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole, he remembers this morning and how that must have felt and instantly feels like the worst person in the world for it. it's not like apollo to apologize so easily, but here we are. ]
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A few days ago, Fräulein Detective referred to me as an optimist, and I agreed. But when you both seemed to lose yourselves for more than few hours, I'll admit I began losing hope.
Now that you're back... you don't need to apologize for things you didn't know you were doing.
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regardless of the fact he's still guilty and embarrassed and a tangled mess, he doesn't stop looking at him. ]
I wouldn't disagree with you two either. [ about the optimist thing. ] You apologized to me this morning for things you weren't exactly in control of, right? Why can't I do the same?
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That is true. [ his bare-minimum smile grows a little wider. ] You've bested me again, Herr Forehead.
[ he squeezes that hand lightly. ]
And just as you forgave me before, I will forgive you now. You are here now, and presumably the Detective is back as well. That is what matters most.
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I can't believe she ditched me because she snapped out of it first. I'll have to go find her tomorrow. [ maybe to chew her out, or maybe to just be relieved she's normal again, too. but that is a tomorrow problem. for right now, he keeps his hand where it is and there's a slight sigh as he continues studying him. ]
... I didn't actually mean to pull you away from your party. Meeting? [ I can't believe I missed an entire meeting. ] If you need to go back, I can walk myself out. [ he says this, but he is also very clearly telegraphing the idea that he did not change his mind about keeping klavier's attention for himself even if he feels marginally crazier for it now than he did ten minutes ago. ]
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he's sure he can do this without being rebuffed, so klavier will take him by the shoulder, crowd him up against the nearest wall, and kiss him deeply. ]
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