apollo

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[ HELP ME.

klavier swallows. looks at apollo. touches his chin. contemplates. ]

...Mm, Eight.

[unapollogetic]

[ 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. ]

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[ looks at him a little longer. then he smiles a little more. ]

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.

[unapollogetic]

[ Somehow this answers even less.

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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That's all? Surely I deserve no less than a ten.

[ should he ask about the metric? probably! goes to pick up rock candy. ]

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[ he's just leaning closer to see what he's grabbing, don't mind him. ]

You don't even know what the number's for. [ thanks for pointing that out. ]

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Tell me then.

[ not eating it yet! just waving the little sticky next to his face. ]

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[ takes the lollipop out of his mouth to point it at him. ]

You first. [ and back it goes, even if he's batting away the rock candy. no. stop that. ]

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[ klavier laughs. ]

Then we will both have to keep our secrets.

[ pops the rock candy into his mouth.

starts gently sparkling. ]

[unapollogetic]

[ this backfired, no!

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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[ OH?? okay well! that does surprise him! klavier blinks, eyes darting from the sunglasses back to apollo's face. he smiles. ]

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.

[unapollogetic]

[ 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?

1/2

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[ EVEN BOLDER? HELLO? klavier narrows his eyes at him, even if he's still smiling. he grabs his wrist. ]

Let's not push your luck, hm? This look takes time.

[ lets go! no gay handholding here. ]

2/2

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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? Turn what off?

[unapollogetic]

[ 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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[ WHOA..... 😳 invite klavier

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 ]

[unapollogetic]

[ he would except the man is DYING. will klavier wait for him in the graveyard? 🥺 it's okay, the allure of poly is understandable.......

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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[ what about the allure of POLLY!!!! he will wait for you 🥺 they'll kiss at least once or i'll eat my shoe ]

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!

[unapollogetic]

[ 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.


it is a series of unfortunate squeaks. hm. ]

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[ gives him a million kisses

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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[ 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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[ lol. klavier cracks a smile. ]

Herr Forehead. What did you call me just a moment ago?

[unapollogetic]

[ he narrows his eyes a little (maybe difficult to see behind the sunglasses again) and switches the lollipop over to the inside of his other cheek. he's taking a moment to play back the last few minutes... ]

... uh. [ okay. well. think of an excuse, and fast. ] You're the one who was talking about dropping pretense, weren't you?

[ never mind that he's now kind of going "okay maybe that's not what he means." ]

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[ cute. it's not the first time klavier's thought this, either. ]

I did, but you certainly move quickly. [ goes for the throat ] I thought hearing you call me by my first name might sound like hearing it from my own mother in the wake of some trouble, but not so.

It's only fair that I would similarly call you "Apollo" from now on then.

[unapollogetic]

[ don'tblushdon'tblushdon'tgoddamnit. don't call him out when he doesn't have the upper hand or an ace up his sleeve! he's wondering if it really is that quickly, but his frame of reference is phoenix who he calls mr. wright because that's his boss, and ema who told him to call her ema after their second time meeting because they had a common connection through phoenix.

with klavier, yes, they had a connection through kristoph but that really was not the same thing, and it's a point of contention. maybe it made sense to keep calling him prosecutor gavin, but... they're on vacation.

and if he's honest, "klavier"'s not a bad name. despite it being the word for "piano." ]

What does that even mean. [ he grumbles about it as a way to try and downplay how he's actually feeling about this, but he looks away to examine the other candy on the table. ] It'd be better than Forehead. So... if I'm calling you Klavier, I expect the same.

[ even if it feels a lot like knocking out another boundary, and he's debating how he feels about that, too. ]