[ 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. ]
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[ 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?
[ why is this stupid man so tall. why does he always make feel apollo so much shorter than he is when he bends over like that?
he smirks a little at first because it is a little funny (sorry winston), but then his expression skews to something half-thoughtful and half-horrified. what. no! no?
his instinct that he finally gives into is shoving his left hand into klavier's face to his his stupid expression. it does mean the gold bracelet is right in his line of vision though. ]
You know, I'm starting to think I should be the one asking questions here. Such as if you're like this with other defense attorneys you know.
[ he thinks he has an answer? he's seen how klavier is in public, but... that's also when klavier is in public, and he knows that's not entirely who he is. please ignore the way his fingers are kind of brushing over his cheek despite the fact he was initially just smushing his face. give him a sec and he may just shove candy in klavier's mouth to shut him up while apollo thinks. ]
[ okay oof. but it's not the first time this has happened to klavier for sure, so despite his half-smushed face, klavier gives a light laugh, shoulders shaking. ]
Avoiding my question... That's unlike you, Forehead.
[ he's not ignoring those brushing fingers. when he reaches up, he takes the back of apollo's hand instead of his wrist, peeling his fingers away.
he doesn't let go even when he meets eyes with apollo, smug as ever. he's not technically lying yet, so that bracelet won't react. ]
[ he's smart. klavier is smart and he's observant and it's normally those traits that apollo admires. currently those are the traits he's annoyed with because it means he can't even slip out of this one. he lets klavier remove his hand from his face and surprisingly (?) he doesn't bother removing it from klavier's loose grip even when it's moved. weird thing number one.
weird thing number two is klavier agreeing he's flirty like this (is this flirting? maybe this is just his default state from a life in the spotlight) and apollo feeling even more annoyed. the bracelet isn't even helping him out here so he thinks this is true without thinking of the obvious answer here. so he scowls a little and rolls his eyes. still doesn't drop his hand, but you know. ]
Might want a refresher on work-appropriate behavior then, Gavin. [ not klavier, not prosecutor gavin, but a special third thing. to distract himself though he's using his other hand to pick up a peppermint from the table, pretending to examine it instead. ]
You already know my real answer, Herr Justice. "Civil," ja? I mean that for everyone. And if you recall, I was on tour before we met. You are the only Defense Attorney I have come up against in court since then.
[ now the gavinners have disbanded and klavier is entering the courtroom for good. there will probably be other defense attorneys he'll meet in the future, but since his return, it's only been apollo.
his smile grows. ]
So you have no need to worry. As of now, you are the only defense attorney I've interacted with on a first-name basis, let alone allowed to touch my hair without repercussions.
[ as it turns out, apollo's stupid. he knew this was likely the case, why the hell did he feel annoyed about it? and why is he still holding klavier's hand? and why is he leaning in closer to peer up at him? ]
... good point. [ can't refute that! he also is busy thinking about how he doesn't like the reverse treatment of being addressed by his surname from a colleague. he does sort of laugh under his breath though. ]
What kind of repercussions should I have expected, exactly? I think you wouldn't mind if it was me. [ wait. no. don't say that. never mind, he's just offering klavier the peppermint because his mouth is still occupied, although at this rate it's probably just a wet paper stick. ]
[ apollo your stick. he sure is coming close, isn't he? any closer and klavier might think to do something impulsive.
just kidding. klavier will unfortunately let apollo's hand go to take the candy when it's offered. he even straightens up a little. ]
But you and I are different, ja? You don't come off as someone who would do such things on a whim. You are too concerned with propriety and outward appearance, always vying to be taken seriously. It's why this vacation is so timely for you.
[ he eats the peppermint! it makes a chill chase up the back of his neck, but that's normal, right? ]
[ boo. well, whatever. apollo finally takes the stick out of his mouth so he can pocket it and throw it out later. the problem with the sunglasses resting on his head is klavier can see his face way too clearly. it means he can see the brief blip of surprise when he speaks of apollo's nature because, like, it's true but you really don't have to say it. he doesn't reply for a moment, but... ]
... I thought I needed a break. [ it's quiet, but just as sure as anything else he says. after the last several months and after the fallout, even if his life isn't turned upside down the way klavier's is apollo did have to take a few steps back to remove himself from the situation and really consider if he could keep doing this. being an attorney. tackling hard cases that could tear people apart. but he's not going to explain that and instead he watches klavier a little more closely. ]
It's peppermint. What's the point if it's not strong? It's still good. [ he could stand to not still be in klavier's personal bubble, but no. ]
[ those words weigh a little heavier when they come out of apollo's mouth. for a moment, klavier's expression softens. ]
Much has happened very quickly, ja? Perhaps it was timely for us both.
[ this is before he eats that peppermint though. now he's getting cold starting from his fingers and toes. he starts rubbing his hands together, brows furrowing as he tries to keep his smile on his face. ]
[ Of course it was. You needed it. I needed it. We all did for different reasons.
but he doesn't get to approach the topic because suddenly peppermints. he narrows his eyes and he doesn't bother slowing down as he moves to grab klavier's hands to check if they're cold or not. hm... ]
No? Pretty sure it's just you. [ he's also bringing his hands up to his cheeks as if to check for the same thing. when do these candies wear off anyway? who knows. stop being cold for no reason (even if this is apollo's fault.) ]
[ ON HIS CHEEKS? OKAY? apollo gets to have ice-cold hands on his cheeks!
but not for too long, since apparently klavier's hands warm up alarmingly quick, though not higher than body temperature. he manages to look shocked even as the cold creeps higher up his arms and legs, like a frigid wave slowly rising upward. he swallows the mint without thinking. ]
H-How are you this warm...?
[ his hand is still vaguely sparkling.
because he's smart, the pieces slot together quickly in his head. without removing his hands from apollo's nice warm face, he whirls his head around to the moles. ]
[ i meant his hands on klavier's but this is objectively funnier, and moreso because apollo doesn't care for some reason. even if he visibly shivers. cold! ]
I don't think it's me. [ he lets klavier do this and he feels the temperature even out, and he reaches the same conclusion about the same time klavier does.
the difference is while klavier's once again scolding the moles (who immediately begin to squeak in alarm and point paws at one another, trying to throw each other under the bus...), apollo's busy biting his lip and trying to suppress a laugh. this doesn't work given his shoulders are shaking a little, but objectively speaking this combined with the gentle sparkles is hilarious.
Like a living icicle.
no, yeah, he's looped around to thinking this is funny. he would be having a different reaction if he were himself, but he's also laughing at the absurdity of it all. ]
[ HELP THE PRONOUNS GOT ME, he's just holding onto apollo's face now ]
I know what they are: horrible little monsters!
[ he's GLARING at these silly traitorous animals, but that does nothing in the wake of the awful cold taking over his body. he shivers and looks back to apollo, who's currently his only source of warmth.
and he's... laughing. or he's trying not to but obviously failing. klavier is seeing all facets of him today, and this one in particular is almost a pleasure to meet.
almost. he frowns at apollo (not srs) but he keeps his hands on apollo's face just because it's warm. ]
I would have considered your laughter sorely needed if not for the fact that it came at my expense. [ laugh it up chuckles ] They must- must know some sort of cure for this!
[ enjoy his face i guess. he really could stand to back away, but he's too busy ignoring he's fine with klavier holding his face (why.) and also snickering under his breath. ]
Horrible average-sized monsters. [ human. sized. moles. he does bring his hands up to stop being an asshole for a second and runs them over klavier's arms to try and warm him up. he does not try to curb his amusement though and settles for a light grin. ]
If you can understand them, go right ahead. Otherwise you might have to wait it out. [ he will laugh it up, thanks! at least now he won't be alone in his misfortune of feeling things he doesn't know how to fix. (ignores that klavier is still sparkling.)
on the other hand, apollo had more sk*ttles than he did, so after a moment he scrunches up his face in thought. ]
[ so much is happening. klavier's mind is still reeling from being toyed around with by giant people-sized moles, but aside from that, apollo justice is blatantly getting all up in his space. it's finally dawning on klavier that something is very off about it, given that apollo has no qualms with running his hands up and down klavier's arms. (and why is it working? why is he so warm?)
klavier forces himself to finally let go of apollo's face, instead crossing his arms. he's still freezing, and it's even worse now that he's keeping his hands to himself. he rubs his own hands up and down his arms as he scoffs again. ]
Only nine? [ what is this metric... ] There has to be a blanket or some such thing in this godforsaken market.
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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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he smirks a little at first because it is a little funny (sorry winston), but then his expression skews to something half-thoughtful and half-horrified. what. no! no?
his instinct that he finally gives into is shoving his left hand into klavier's face to his his stupid expression. it does mean the gold bracelet is right in his line of vision though. ]
You know, I'm starting to think I should be the one asking questions here. Such as if you're like this with other defense attorneys you know.
[ he thinks he has an answer? he's seen how klavier is in public, but... that's also when klavier is in public, and he knows that's not entirely who he is. please ignore the way his fingers are kind of brushing over his cheek despite the fact he was initially just smushing his face. give him a sec and he may just shove candy in klavier's mouth to shut him up while apollo thinks. ]
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Avoiding my question... That's unlike you, Forehead.
[ he's not ignoring those brushing fingers. when he reaches up, he takes the back of apollo's hand instead of his wrist, peeling his fingers away.
he doesn't let go even when he meets eyes with apollo, smug as ever. he's not technically lying yet, so that bracelet won't react. ]
What if I said I am?
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weird thing number two is klavier agreeing he's flirty like this (is this flirting? maybe this is just his default state from a life in the spotlight) and apollo feeling even more annoyed. the bracelet isn't even helping him out here so he thinks this is true without thinking of the obvious answer here. so he scowls a little and rolls his eyes. still doesn't drop his hand, but you know. ]
Might want a refresher on work-appropriate behavior then, Gavin. [ not klavier, not prosecutor gavin, but a special third thing. to distract himself though he's using his other hand to pick up a peppermint from the table, pretending to examine it instead. ]
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[ now the gavinners have disbanded and klavier is entering the courtroom for good. there will probably be other defense attorneys he'll meet in the future, but since his return, it's only been apollo.
his smile grows. ]
So you have no need to worry. As of now, you are the only defense attorney I've interacted with on a first-name basis, let alone allowed to touch my hair without repercussions.
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... good point. [ can't refute that! he also is busy thinking about how he doesn't like the reverse treatment of being addressed by his surname from a colleague. he does sort of laugh under his breath though. ]
What kind of repercussions should I have expected, exactly? I think you wouldn't mind if it was me. [ wait. no. don't say that. never mind, he's just offering klavier the peppermint because his mouth is still occupied, although at this rate it's probably just a wet paper stick. ]
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just kidding. klavier will unfortunately let apollo's hand go to take the candy when it's offered. he even straightens up a little. ]
But you and I are different, ja? You don't come off as someone who would do such things on a whim. You are too concerned with propriety and outward appearance, always vying to be taken seriously. It's why this vacation is so timely for you.
[ he eats the peppermint! it makes a chill chase up the back of his neck, but that's normal, right? ]
Ah... That's quite strong.
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... I thought I needed a break. [ it's quiet, but just as sure as anything else he says. after the last several months and after the fallout, even if his life isn't turned upside down the way klavier's is apollo did have to take a few steps back to remove himself from the situation and really consider if he could keep doing this. being an attorney. tackling hard cases that could tear people apart. but he's not going to explain that and instead he watches klavier a little more closely. ]
It's peppermint. What's the point if it's not strong? It's still good. [ he could stand to not still be in klavier's personal bubble, but no. ]
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Much has happened very quickly, ja? Perhaps it was timely for us both.
[ this is before he eats that peppermint though. now he's getting cold starting from his fingers and toes. he starts rubbing his hands together, brows furrowing as he tries to keep his smile on his face. ]
Nein... Has this place suddenly gotten colder?
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but he doesn't get to approach the topic because suddenly peppermints. he narrows his eyes and he doesn't bother slowing down as he moves to grab klavier's hands to check if they're cold or not. hm... ]
No? Pretty sure it's just you. [ he's also bringing his hands up to his cheeks as if to check for the same thing. when do these candies wear off anyway? who knows. stop being cold for no reason (even if this is apollo's fault.) ]
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but not for too long, since apparently klavier's hands warm up alarmingly quick, though not higher than body temperature. he manages to look shocked even as the cold creeps higher up his arms and legs, like a frigid wave slowly rising upward. he swallows the mint without thinking. ]
H-How are you this warm...?
[ his hand is still vaguely sparkling.
because he's smart, the pieces slot together quickly in his head. without removing his hands from apollo's nice warm face, he whirls his head around to the moles. ]
You giant rats...!
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I don't think it's me. [ he lets klavier do this and he feels the temperature even out, and he reaches the same conclusion about the same time klavier does.
the difference is while klavier's once again scolding the moles (who immediately begin to squeak in alarm and point paws at one another, trying to throw each other under the bus...), apollo's busy biting his lip and trying to suppress a laugh. this doesn't work given his shoulders are shaking a little, but objectively speaking this combined with the gentle sparkles is hilarious.
Like a living icicle.
no, yeah, he's looped around to thinking this is funny. he would be having a different reaction if he were himself, but he's also laughing at the absurdity of it all. ]
Moles, Klavier. Not rats. [ NOT HELPING. ]
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I know what they are: horrible little monsters!
[ he's GLARING at these silly traitorous animals, but that does nothing in the wake of the awful cold taking over his body. he shivers and looks back to apollo, who's currently his only source of warmth.
and he's... laughing. or he's trying not to but obviously failing. klavier is seeing all facets of him today, and this one in particular is almost a pleasure to meet.
almost. he frowns at apollo (not srs) but he keeps his hands on apollo's face just because it's warm. ]
I would have considered your laughter sorely needed if not for the fact that it came at my expense. [ laugh it up chuckles ] They must- must know some sort of cure for this!
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Horrible average-sized monsters. [ human. sized. moles. he does bring his hands up to stop being an asshole for a second and runs them over klavier's arms to try and warm him up. he does not try to curb his amusement though and settles for a light grin. ]
If you can understand them, go right ahead. Otherwise you might have to wait it out. [ he will laugh it up, thanks! at least now he won't be alone in his misfortune of feeling things he doesn't know how to fix. (ignores that klavier is still sparkling.)
on the other hand, apollo had more sk*ttles than he did, so after a moment he scrunches up his face in thought. ]
Nine. [ not this shit again. ]
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klavier forces himself to finally let go of apollo's face, instead crossing his arms. he's still freezing, and it's even worse now that he's keeping his hands to himself. he rubs his own hands up and down his arms as he scoffs again. ]
Only nine? [ what is this metric... ] There has to be a blanket or some such thing in this godforsaken market.
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