[ 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... ]
[ you guys really did this to me!!! cruelty... but good, i expect at least one kiss before two-week is over.
anyway, he pushes the lollipop to the inside of his cheek, lowering the shades to look over the top of them and stare at klavier. the look very clearly says "uh, yes?" he does in fact believe klavier would maybe make himself sparkle.
then again who would he be sparkling for, the moles? speaking of moles, the chosen victim squeaks in alarm and apollo turns his head to decide when to intervene. he's considering a few things...thinking about being a mushroom... and he sighs. ]
Klavier. I think that's the whole point. [ perhaps the moles are pranksters? boosted affection also means he doesn't register using klavier's first name and he's too busy staring at the moles to consider it. there's a small group of them now shuffling to flank their scared comrade, chittering at the two of them. how dare you lob such accusations! one of them tries to give an explanation, wildly waving its paws.
[ apollo, an idiot, seems to think klavier's staring at him because he accused the moles of being pranksters and not because he addressed him so casually. sometimes your brand of affection simply means being more comfortable and casual with a person. it's not surprising klavier's shocked.
but again, apollo, an idiot. ]
I-I just mean with all of the different potions and the candies and everything, who else would have put them here but the moles? They had to have known what the effects were. This wasn't an accident.
[ the moles continue to squeak in protest, and apollo looks faintly embarrassed that he has to spell this out. ]
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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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You think I would do this purposefully?
[ ... ]
I admit there are worse things to have happen, but this wasn't my doing at all.
[ turns to one of the moles, who i'm guessing squeak in alarm! ]
You there! There is a prankster on the loose!
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anyway, he pushes the lollipop to the inside of his cheek, lowering the shades to look over the top of them and stare at klavier. the look very clearly says "uh, yes?" he does in fact believe klavier would maybe make himself sparkle.
then again who would he be sparkling for, the moles? speaking of moles, the chosen victim squeaks in alarm and apollo turns his head to decide when to intervene. he's considering a few things...thinking about being a mushroom... and he sighs. ]
Klavier. I think that's the whole point. [ perhaps the moles are pranksters? boosted affection also means he doesn't register using klavier's first name and he's too busy staring at the moles to consider it. there's a small group of them now shuffling to flank their scared comrade, chittering at the two of them. how dare you lob such accusations! one of them tries to give an explanation, wildly waving its paws.
it is a series of unfortunate squeaks. hm. ]
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more than those moles clambering around and squeaking viciously at each other, what apollo says gets his attention.
klavier, in all his sparkliness, just turns and looks at apollo in silent shock. ]
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but again, apollo, an idiot. ]
I-I just mean with all of the different potions and the candies and everything, who else would have put them here but the moles? They had to have known what the effects were. This wasn't an accident.
[ the moles continue to squeak in protest, and apollo looks faintly embarrassed that he has to spell this out. ]
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Herr Forehead. What did you call me just a moment ago?
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