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. ]
[ 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." ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ i'm guessing the moles will go and leave these gays alone since klavier is turning his full attention back to apollo and his red face. ]
Ah ha ha. You're the one taking things to the next level, but now you're embarrassed?
[ klavier is innately less concerned with boundaries than apollo. he has no reservations about reaching for his sunglasses and propping them up on apollo's head, revealing his eyes. his little ahoges get smoothed back along with it. ]
Red really is your color. What's going on with you, hm?
[ yeah the moles are just like "oh good the candy is doing the work and we aren't going to be prosecuted" and go back to their business.
apollo, meanwhile, is almost pouting because who the hell said anything about taking things to the next level? or being embarrassed? he really is just because he's aware the affection isn't his own, but also part of it is for reasons he's not sure he wants to delve into right now and damnit, why did they agree to drop all pretenses? everything was fine when it was professional and now his head, for some reason, is filled with stupid thoughts.
there's a disgruntled noise when klavier calls him on being embarrassed, and his arms are folded over his chest even when the shades come up to rest in his own hair. embarrassed or not, he does meet him head-on and meets his gaze. apollo justice is a lot of things, but unfortunately he is not a coward. double unfortunately he really is just letting this happen, which might be a clue something is going on there. ]
I have no idea what you're talking about. [ it's not quite a lie, but he also isn't sure what to say that isn't "I am thinking insane thoughts about you and I'm assuming it's your fault." klavier does not need to know his fleeting thoughts about settling into his arms. (mostly because he refuses to open himself up to ridicule, but now he's also just frustrated because he has zero places for his affection to go. i can't believe it's ic day three and because of this stupid effect i have to deal with apollo's meta and so do you i'm sorry) ]
[ ty you apologizing when i was the one who gave apollo a heart lollipop for this reason is the funniest thing
klavier, unfortunately, is not the person behind the ds screen. he has no idea about the tempest of thoughts in apollo's head—only that he's acting just a little strangely, a little more handsy and comfortable. without knowing apollo too well, he can't gauge just how out of character this may be.
flustering people, though, is a sport klavier enjoys. it's even more rewarding when he's up against people like apollo. ]
Are you like this with other prosecutors in your circle then? Should I be hurt?
[ listen here i know what i'm about and it's making my characters spiral stupidly because they won't admit to their feelings.
funnier though is that klavier dies the next day and they won't even be able to clarify what the hell is happening. the lollipop is still in his mouth, and apollo is aware he's acting a little out of character but doesn't seem to know what to do about it. his fingers twitch against his elbow, like he's forcibly making himself stay still instead of give into whatever urge he's trying to avoid. there's a bark of a laugh though with that question, and there's a little grin that follows because: ]
The only other prosecutor I've gone against is Payne. If you're jealous of that, then I think we have a bigger problem here. [ this is not the "gotcha" he thinks it is because all he's doing is admitting there's a thing here. ]
Edited (never mind i doubt he respects Payne either ) 2025-04-30 22:01 (UTC)
[ just kiss him apollo... or give him some candy and see what he does
or maybe he doesn't even need that? because apollo keeps surprising him, whether or not apollo himself realizes it. klavier leans forward a little, hands on his hips, as he normally does around apollo. ]
Payne... Payne... The name hardly rings a bell, let alone bring about any feelings of jealousy.
[ SORRY WINSTON. anyway. ]
Does that mean this interaction between you and I is something to be jealous of? That is... Have you developed a crush on me, Apollo?
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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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... 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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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.
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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. ]
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Ah ha ha. You're the one taking things to the next level, but now you're embarrassed?
[ klavier is innately less concerned with boundaries than apollo. he has no reservations about reaching for his sunglasses and propping them up on apollo's head, revealing his eyes. his little ahoges get smoothed back along with it. ]
Red really is your color. What's going on with you, hm?
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apollo, meanwhile, is almost pouting because who the hell said anything about taking things to the next level? or being embarrassed? he really is just because he's aware the affection isn't his own, but also part of it is for reasons he's not sure he wants to delve into right now and damnit, why did they agree to drop all pretenses? everything was fine when it was professional and now his head, for some reason, is filled with stupid thoughts.
there's a disgruntled noise when klavier calls him on being embarrassed, and his arms are folded over his chest even when the shades come up to rest in his own hair. embarrassed or not, he does meet him head-on and meets his gaze. apollo justice is a lot of things, but unfortunately he is not a coward. double unfortunately he really is just letting this happen, which might be a clue something is going on there. ]
I have no idea what you're talking about. [ it's not quite a lie, but he also isn't sure what to say that isn't "I am thinking insane thoughts about you and I'm assuming it's your fault." klavier does not need to know his fleeting thoughts about settling into his arms. (mostly because he refuses to open himself up to ridicule, but now he's also just frustrated because he has zero places for his affection to go. i can't believe it's ic day three and because of this stupid effect i have to deal with apollo's meta and so do you i'm sorry) ]
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klavier, unfortunately, is not the person behind the ds screen. he has no idea about the tempest of thoughts in apollo's head—only that he's acting just a little strangely, a little more handsy and comfortable. without knowing apollo too well, he can't gauge just how out of character this may be.
flustering people, though, is a sport klavier enjoys. it's even more rewarding when he's up against people like apollo. ]
Are you like this with other prosecutors in your circle then? Should I be hurt?
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funnier though is that klavier dies the next day and they won't even be able to clarify what the hell is happening. the lollipop is still in his mouth, and apollo is aware he's acting a little out of character but doesn't seem to know what to do about it. his fingers twitch against his elbow, like he's forcibly making himself stay still instead of give into whatever urge he's trying to avoid. there's a bark of a laugh though with that question, and there's a little grin that follows because: ]
The only other prosecutor I've gone against is Payne. If you're jealous of that, then I think we have a bigger problem here. [ this is not the "gotcha" he thinks it is because all he's doing is admitting there's a thing here. ]
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or maybe he doesn't even need that? because apollo keeps surprising him, whether or not apollo himself realizes it. klavier leans forward a little, hands on his hips, as he normally does around apollo. ]
Payne... Payne... The name hardly rings a bell, let alone bring about any feelings of jealousy.
[ SORRY WINSTON. anyway. ]
Does that mean this interaction between you and I is something to be jealous of? That is... Have you developed a crush on me, Apollo?
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