[ 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.
[ again, in his stupid affectionate brain, he takes this as a rebuff and drops his hands, taking a step back. warm yourself up then. ]
Maybe less now. [ explain the metric. but no, he's just looking thoughtful for a moment. ] If there's not a blanket, maybe a tablecloth from one of the booths. It's not as thick, but it might help.
[ he's already walking off to see. coming along? ]
Well, it's not like my jacket would fit you. You're too tall. [ it might actually, he wears his jackets a little big as it is. but they can explore and try to seek out a blanket. or maybe a hot drink. something. he normally walks very quickly, but he seems to be lingering back and letting klavier leech some of his bodyheat for the time being.
but he turns his head and raises an eyebrow at the question. ]
What do you think? [ ... this might not be the affection, but would either of them know? who knows. ]
You think? [ it's my game and you're dead so sure, he can have a cape. apollo considers this for a moment because... yeah, the candy's the likely culprit. that's a little annoying, and now he's just playing back this entire interaction and picking it apart. ]
You started it. Shouldn't you be the one telling me?
[ klavier will go ahead and take one of those capes and quickly wrap it around himself, but he's sticking close to apollo regardless. he'll go and walk them over to a bench. it's slightly warmer, but not by much. ]
The candy started it, if we want to get into technicalities.
Anyway, my answer... may make you the slightest bit upset. Are you certain you want to hear it?
[ at some point he stopped taking the lead and let klavier do it instead, which means he's following along after him to the bench. he doesn't take a seat yet, but only because he's rolling his eyes. yeah, fine, the candy started it, but...
Way to make this sound extremely concerning. ]
Oh, no, now that you said that I think I'll pass. [ flatly. and folding his arms over his chest. ] Obviously the answer's still yes.
[ he laughs again, but he doesn't force apollo to sit. his answer feels harmless, in his opinion, but that doesn't mean apollo would think so. his emotions can be more... explosive. ]
Very well. It's how much I think you may benefit from a little romantic tryst on this vacation.
the only reason he doesn't immediately sputter indignantly is because he's affection-pilled. he does, however, flush a little because what the absolute fuck, klavier, why are you even thinking about this! he knows the implications!! also who tf is he going to sleep with!!!
and yet somehow what he manages to say is: ]
You rated it an eight? [ like goddamn, he knows he's a little intense and needs to loosen up but wow. ]
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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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Maybe less now. [ explain the metric. but no, he's just looking thoughtful for a moment. ] If there's not a blanket, maybe a tablecloth from one of the booths. It's not as thick, but it might help.
[ he's already walking off to see. coming along? ]
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I'd prefer not to wrap myself in a tablecloth that may be stained with these concoctions, if it can be helped...
[ he light bumps shoulders with apollo. warm. excuse him if he walks a little close. ]
Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Apollo?
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but he turns his head and raises an eyebrow at the question. ]
What do you think? [ ... this might not be the affection, but would either of them know? who knows. ]
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But I'll admit I'm curious as to what rubric you're holding me against.
[ i'm gonna assume there might be like. a stall selling witchy clothes, like what the moles are wearing? can he get a cape? ]
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You started it. Shouldn't you be the one telling me?
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The candy started it, if we want to get into technicalities.
Anyway, my answer... may make you the slightest bit upset. Are you certain you want to hear it?
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Way to make this sound extremely concerning. ]
Oh, no, now that you said that I think I'll pass. [ flatly. and folding his arms over his chest. ] Obviously the answer's still yes.
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Very well. It's how much I think you may benefit from a little romantic tryst on this vacation.
[ he said you need to get laid, apollo. ]
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the only reason he doesn't immediately sputter indignantly is because he's affection-pilled. he does, however, flush a little because what the absolute fuck, klavier, why are you even thinking about this! he knows the implications!! also who tf is he going to sleep with!!!
and yet somehow what he manages to say is: ]
You rated it an eight? [ like goddamn, he knows he's a little intense and needs to loosen up but wow. ]
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[ his grin is enormous and glinting despite being FREEZING COLD ]
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RATING IT A NINE IS MUCH WORSE!
[ oh there he goes, hands flailing and face growing even more red by the minute. ]
How is that any of your business anyway?!
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[ klavier is totally unbothered about it. he's used to apollo's pipes by now. ]
It came to me on a complete whim. We can't dictate the effects of this candy, ja?
Regardless, you have my honest answer. L-Let's hear yours.
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