[ 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. ]
There's a whole bowl right there! [ he doesn't actually care that much outside of the principle of the thing, but it does mean he tosses the rest of the red ones into his mouth. take that. ]
[ HELLO x2???? he looks flummoxed for a moment because he has zero idea what klavier's talking about. (like. that's not new, sometimes he really does get lost on what he's saying, but still.) ]
Eight... what. [ he says this even if there's something itching in the back of his brain he busy trying to ignore for a bit. ]
he's staring at klavier again in absolute suspicion because what is this number for. why is it going higher. why is klavier like this. well, no, that part's... normal. anyway hilarious, this is what apollo deserves even if the look he gives the lollipop is half-amused and half-incredulous. ]
Wow. There may have been an apology in there. [ he's not sure what to think because he hasn't actually spent much time around klavier outside of work, so on the one hand he's going "this is just how he is" and the other hand is "what does he want." but then he decides he's on vacation and he remembers ema telling him not to run himself ragged, so he decides to think about it later and stick the candy in his mouth.
even if he's once again looking at klavier. hm. hm, hm, hm. ]
Seven point five. [ what even is this metric, apollo. ]
now he's sparkling, and for a moment apollo's staring before he stands on his toes to grab for klavier's sunglasses to slip on himself. apparently affection means being grabby and forgoing personal space entirely. ]
[ the nice thing about wearing sunglasses is now klavier can't see his eyes so he has no idea what apollo's expression is really doing. he wins! except not really, because he's sort of forgotten about taking a step back and the whole personal space thing again. it also means he's lifting a hand to dubiously poke at the hair hanging over klavier's shoulder. since it's apparently a bold thing to do.
(is he just pushing buttons? is his affection just being lowkey rude anyway? hard to say.) ]
Way to make it sound like you never let anyone get that close. [ he says this, but sort of in a way that says he actually does believe that's the case. on the other hand... ] Can't you turn it off?
Anyway, this is less about anyone's proximity to me and more about your... forwardness. [ courage? audacity? ] I expect to have my glasses back at some point.
[ hm. he takes this as a rebuff and at least has the sense to realize he's being weird, so he lets klavier remove his hand and also takes a step back. fine. he'll be affectionate elsewhere.. like alone... in a room by himself.
god, maybe it would help if he took the lollipop out of his mouth. ]
Well, don't let my forwardness stop you. [ there's a gesture to all of him though. ] I know Ema calls you glimmerous all the time, but this is impressive even for you. [ the sparkling... ]
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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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There's a whole bowl right there! [ he doesn't actually care that much outside of the principle of the thing, but it does mean he tosses the rest of the red ones into his mouth. take that. ]
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klavier swallows. looks at apollo. touches his chin. contemplates. ]
...Mm, Eight.
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Eight... what. [ he says this even if there's something itching in the back of his brain he busy trying to ignore for a bit. ]
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No. Nine.
[ he turns to the booth, looks over the candies, and plucks up a heart-shaped lollipop. sorry. i'm sorry. he offers it to apollo. ]
Here, since I took your candy. I'll take another.
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he's staring at klavier again in absolute suspicion because what is this number for. why is it going higher. why is klavier like this. well, no, that part's... normal. anyway hilarious, this is what apollo deserves even if the look he gives the lollipop is half-amused and half-incredulous. ]
Wow. There may have been an apology in there. [ he's not sure what to think because he hasn't actually spent much time around klavier outside of work, so on the one hand he's going "this is just how he is" and the other hand is "what does he want." but then he decides he's on vacation and he remembers ema telling him not to run himself ragged, so he decides to think about it later and stick the candy in his mouth.
even if he's once again looking at klavier. hm. hm, hm, hm. ]
Seven point five. [ what even is this metric, apollo. ]
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[ should he ask about the metric? probably! goes to pick up rock candy. ]
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You don't even know what the number's for. [ thanks for pointing that out. ]
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[ not eating it yet! just waving the little sticky next to his face. ]
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You first. [ and back it goes, even if he's batting away the rock candy. no. stop that. ]
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Then we will both have to keep our secrets.
[ pops the rock candy into his mouth.
starts gently sparkling. ]
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now he's sparkling, and for a moment apollo's staring before he stands on his toes to grab for klavier's sunglasses to slip on himself. apparently affection means being grabby and forgoing personal space entirely. ]
You can't be serious.
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Taking them right from my head... I knew you were bold, but to get so close to my hair... I'll admit I didn't expect that.
[ sparkles more. ]
Anyway, I'm afraid I am serious.
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(is he just pushing buttons? is his affection just being lowkey rude anyway? hard to say.) ]
Way to make it sound like you never let anyone get that close. [ he says this, but sort of in a way that says he actually does believe that's the case. on the other hand... ] Can't you turn it off?
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Let's not push your luck, hm? This look takes time.
[ lets go! no gay handholding here. ]
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Hm? Turn what off?
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god, maybe it would help if he took the lollipop out of his mouth. ]
Well, don't let my forwardness stop you. [ there's a gesture to all of him though. ] I know Ema calls you glimmerous all the time, but this is impressive even for you. [ the sparkling... ]
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anyway. looks down at himself? hello? he really is glimmering? he turns his hands over and tries to rub off whatever this is. ]
Eh...? [ drops his candy ] What on earth? Is this a prank of some kind?
[ POINTEDLY LOOKS AT APOLLO ]
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anyway, he just lifts both eyebrows which is about the only thing visible behind the shades.
Don't look at me! ]
It just started. What did you do? [ just decides this is klavier's own doing somehow. ]
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