[ 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?
It's about a couple of things. [ judging by the way he subconsciously pulls his hands back into the sleeves of his sweatshirt that's also part of it. apollo's not necessarily insecure by nature but at the same time he does tend to stick to himself. doing the opposite yesterday and being rebuffed and then the ensuing argument kind of pissed him off but also bummed him out.
which sucks, given vacations are meant for relaxing. ]
But if you don't remember then... it's fine. Sometimes you have one too many and get a little crazy. Happens to the best of us. [ don't just assume klavier was drunk and not cursed. ]
[ HELP klavier blinks and then furrows his brow. ]
I... hadn't been drunk at all. You know this. [ he knows about the curses.... or he did before. anyway, klavier catches those receding hands and makes the connection. ]
Ah. Do those things include the insults I threw at you about your hands and forehead then?
[ the blank stare says he does not know this, but he does seem to tentatively believe this. and he rolls his eyes. ]
I know they're both kind of big, but pointing it out was a low blow when we just met. [ he is trying to say this patiently, but the tone betrays that he's still not thrilled and he's a little sensitive about it. also, unaware, he is just tipping klavier off to what's wrong here. ]
Like I said yesterday, I think I would have remembered meeting someone like you before. [ this time though the agitated tone isn't there? it's somehow half-flat and half-flirty, which is. something. ]
[ eyes go wide. the flirtiness isn't lost on him, but for once, their situation is more important than flirting. klavier lowers his head, rubs at his eyes, and sets his hand on apollo's bag. ]
Still? Why is it taking so long?
[ he says this to himself. he raises his head to look at apollo again, this time seeming worried. ]
Is this because you both died? Will you ever change back?
[ hm. he can see this is unsettling for klavier for some reason. he's now trying to run through his own memories if they had met before while on vacation and if he doesn't recall spending a night with him or something (despite knowing himself), but his eyes drift to the bag curiously. it doesn't entirely register that it's his, but it's nice enough. his gaze goes back up to klavier's face though, and there's a touch of concern in his expression. ]
I didn't die. And I'm still who I've always been. [ he will remember later, when he comes back to himself, whenever that may be. but for now he's sure of this. ] Are you okay? Do you want to sit down? Take a minute.
[ he thinks maybe klavier is going through something and projecting on apollo....... ]
[ help me he's just one of many hoes in apollo's zip codes... klavier shakes his head. ]
No, you are not. But you won't believe me, will you? Right now, we are strangers.
[ he's not asking apollo directly. right now, you're just like every other faceless person in this place, he wants to say, but he's already hurt this other apollo's feelings before. he's more careful now. apollo justice and ema skye, as he knew them, could be gone for good. just the idea of that is like a wave of cold water over his body.
if apollo is giving him room on that beach lounger thing, though, klavier will come over and sit at the edge of it, setting the bag down on his towel. ]
but he seems less like he disbelieves him but more like he's not sure how to believe it. he's not picking up on lies from klavier is the thing, and now that his hands slip out of his sleeves again he can probably notice apollo's still wearing his bracelet. but there are some small dings on it, like maybe it got scratched on something solid and jagged.
he pulls his knees up and closer to the rest of his body so klavier can sit, arms looping around himself and chin resting on his knees to look at him. he does at least flip the sunglasses up into his hair so he can properly watch him. apollo justice as klavier knows him might not be here right now, but at his core he's still apollo justice. he's still curious and skeptical and eager to look for answers to things that don't add up. ]
A stranger. [ there's a small, awkward grin when klavier says "who are you" because it's what apollo thinks but he gets that for some reason klavier thinks otherwise. ] My name is Apollo Justice. But you already know that. I'm on a vacation for a little while to decide where I want to go next. I'm sort of between jobs right now, so I'm not really in a rush. Why would I be? The beach is beautiful. [ and it's nice and calm and relaxing. ]
[ apollo is always going to be on the "cute" end of the spectrum, much to his chagrin. but wow, that sure does line up with stuff they've talked about doesn't it. ]
Didn't like it, so I left. [ he sounds too breezy about this to have given it much thought. having zero memories about his actual life means he's plugging in things that sound right without thinking about it. it's what he currently believes. ] If you're going to have a job shouldn't it be something you care about? That's why I'm not thinking about it much while I'm here.
[ thank you. it is in fact giving him a bit of a headache trying to rationalize this but he's happy to move on. ]
Oh. [ he looks down at his wrist and pushes his sleeve up so klavier can see the bracelet. he doesn't take it off though. he refused in the trial and he refuses now, but he holds out his hand so he can see anyway. ] Yeah, I've heard that before. I've had it since I was a kid, I think.
[ since he was a baby, actually, but. details. foggy, disjointed details. ]
Really? I've never actually seen another one like it before. [ but he lets klavier do whatever. looking at the scratches though he frowns. ] I... don't know. I don't think those were there before.
[ and now he's looking, too? what the fuck. ]
Might've hit it on something, but usually it's pretty sturdy.
Sure, I guess that's possible. [ he sounds pretty unbothered about it because he is not thinking about it in relation to a riptide but. yeah. ] I'll have to see if I can buff them out later.
[ klavier lets him go. well, that answers that. he'll just shove the image of apollo's dead, blue body directly into the back of his conscience where it belongs. ]
I didn't mention before, but my name is Klavier Gavin. "Prosecutor Gavin," to some.
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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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Hm?
[ he lets go of those bangs and looks apollo in the eye from above those lowered shades. ]
I assume not much of it, but I'll admit, yesterday feels blurred together. Is this about what you asked me to "take back?"
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It's about a couple of things. [ judging by the way he subconsciously pulls his hands back into the sleeves of his sweatshirt that's also part of it. apollo's not necessarily insecure by nature but at the same time he does tend to stick to himself. doing the opposite yesterday and being rebuffed and then the ensuing argument kind of pissed him off but also bummed him out.
which sucks, given vacations are meant for relaxing. ]
But if you don't remember then... it's fine. Sometimes you have one too many and get a little crazy. Happens to the best of us. [ don't just assume klavier was drunk and not cursed. ]
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I... hadn't been drunk at all. You know this. [ he knows about the curses.... or he did before. anyway, klavier catches those receding hands and makes the connection. ]
Ah. Do those things include the insults I threw at you about your hands and forehead then?
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I know they're both kind of big, but pointing it out was a low blow when we just met. [ he is trying to say this patiently, but the tone betrays that he's still not thrilled and he's a little sensitive about it. also, unaware, he is just tipping klavier off to what's wrong here. ]
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Wait a moment. You still don't remember me at all?
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Like I said yesterday, I think I would have remembered meeting someone like you before. [ this time though the agitated tone isn't there? it's somehow half-flat and half-flirty, which is. something. ]
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Still? Why is it taking so long?
[ he says this to himself. he raises his head to look at apollo again, this time seeming worried. ]
Is this because you both died? Will you ever change back?
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I didn't die. And I'm still who I've always been. [ he will remember later, when he comes back to himself, whenever that may be. but for now he's sure of this. ] Are you okay? Do you want to sit down? Take a minute.
[ he thinks maybe klavier is going through something and projecting on apollo....... ]
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No, you are not. But you won't believe me, will you? Right now, we are strangers.
[ he's not asking apollo directly. right now, you're just like every other faceless person in this place, he wants to say, but he's already hurt this other apollo's feelings before. he's more careful now. apollo justice and ema skye, as he knew them, could be gone for good. just the idea of that is like a wave of cold water over his body.
if apollo is giving him room on that beach lounger thing, though, klavier will come over and sit at the edge of it, setting the bag down on his towel. ]
So tell me then. Who are you?
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but he seems less like he disbelieves him but more like he's not sure how to believe it. he's not picking up on lies from klavier is the thing, and now that his hands slip out of his sleeves again he can probably notice apollo's still wearing his bracelet. but there are some small dings on it, like maybe it got scratched on something solid and jagged.
he pulls his knees up and closer to the rest of his body so klavier can sit, arms looping around himself and chin resting on his knees to look at him. he does at least flip the sunglasses up into his hair so he can properly watch him. apollo justice as klavier knows him might not be here right now, but at his core he's still apollo justice. he's still curious and skeptical and eager to look for answers to things that don't add up. ]
A stranger. [ there's a small, awkward grin when klavier says "who are you" because it's what apollo thinks but he gets that for some reason klavier thinks otherwise. ] My name is Apollo Justice. But you already know that. I'm on a vacation for a little while to decide where I want to go next. I'm sort of between jobs right now, so I'm not really in a rush. Why would I be? The beach is beautiful. [ and it's nice and calm and relaxing. ]
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thank you for your shounen protag intro, apollo. ]
Inbetween jobs, hm?
[ they've had conversations about this... ]
What happened to your previous one?
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Didn't like it, so I left. [ he sounds too breezy about this to have given it much thought. having zero memories about his actual life means he's plugging in things that sound right without thinking about it. it's what he currently believes. ] If you're going to have a job shouldn't it be something you care about? That's why I'm not thinking about it much while I'm here.
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I understand. Let's talk about something else then.
[ there's not much point in pressing. he saw how the two of them reacted to things that would make them lose their vacationing spirit.
so klavier just opens his hand and gestures towards apollo's wrist. he sees those marks glinting on his bracelet. ]
That bracelet is quite unique. May I see it for a moment?
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Oh. [ he looks down at his wrist and pushes his sleeve up so klavier can see the bracelet. he doesn't take it off though. he refused in the trial and he refuses now, but he holds out his hand so he can see anyway. ] Yeah, I've heard that before. I've had it since I was a kid, I think.
[ since he was a baby, actually, but. details. foggy, disjointed details. ]
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I recognize the style of it. [ he runs his thumb over the scratches. ] What happened here?
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[ and now he's looking, too? what the fuck. ]
Might've hit it on something, but usually it's pretty sturdy.
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Do you think, perhaps, it was scraped against some rocks while you were here?
[ klavier remembers wrio bringing up a riptide. that might be what had happened to apollo and ema. ]
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[ klavier lets him go. well, that answers that. he'll just shove the image of apollo's dead, blue body directly into the back of his conscience where it belongs. ]
I didn't mention before, but my name is Klavier Gavin. "Prosecutor Gavin," to some.
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