[ 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. ]
I have a very hard time believing that was just a whim, Klavier. [ he's embarrassed mostly and also kind of mad but what else is new. he should leave but unfortunately he's stubborn. ]
But if we can't dictate the effects, maybe my answer doesn't matter anymore. Right?
Seven point five for how good it was to see you sort of relaxed. [ which isn't entirely all of it but it's close enough, so he's just turning to get ready to leave. ] But if that's it, then... [ shrugs! again, warm yourself up. he still has his sunglasses? apollo what are you doing. ]
Ah. [ aw. klavier is a little surprised before he relaxes again, but there's also something else behind it. he's a little more... guarded. ] That's sweet of you.
[ anyway. anyway! apollo turns, and already the cold sweeps over klavier again. instinctively, he reaches out for apollo's wrist. warmth spreads to his palm. ]
Sure. [ it's a kindness that is WASTED. or not really, he just feels like an idiot now that he's way more aware of how he's behaving. but klavier grabs his wrist and he doesn't pull back, allowing him to hold on while he looks at him again. ]
... yeah? [ it's hesitant, but prompting. he's also ready to murder if this is about him needing to get laid again though. ]
... okay? [ he's not sure he wants to be an experiment. but he settles on the bench next to him, turning sideways to face him better.
Ominous.
he has a vague suspicion, but he isn't going to be the one to say anything until he's more sure. klavier was right. apollo is more likely to act with intent rather than impulse. but that doesn't mean he isn't sort of wondering. ]
[ well! he's going to be an experiment as long as he sits down! and as he does so, klavier spreads the cape so that he sits beneath it, like a wing draped over his shoulders.
because klavier is wrapping an arm around him, like a half-hug. immediately, he feels warmth spread from wherever their bodies are in contact. klavier pauses, eyes closing. ]
[ hm. this isn't surprising, even if he tenses up a little under klavier's arm and then actually relaxes after a second. logically speaking he thinks maybe going outside of the biome where it's warmer might help, but at the same time this is fine, too.
so klavier keeps his eyes shut and apollo's stay open while he's sort of putting other pieces together. well. that's fine. he will keep those feelings to himself for maybe a few more tags at this rate a while. when he speaks though he sounds both amused and skeptical. ]
You could have just asked instead of phrasing it like it might be weird. [ he says, thinking that it is a little weird. but also maybe not? it's a known fact that body heat transfers. also he keeps arguing with himself that he doesn't know klavier that well, but realistically they've worked together for like six months. he's learned to read him a little. he's not exactly a stranger, so. it's fine. vacation mode means a lot of different things here. ]
Imagine. "Can you sit here so I can hold you, Herr Forehead?" You would look at me as if I'd lost my head.
[ very funny considering he dies soon after. right now they get to be pseudo-gay.
klavier's thoughts about this don't run so deep. physical closeness, paparazzi and fans aside, is something he's much more comfortable with than apollo is. there doesn't have to be any deeper meaning to it if things remain unspoken. if he were asked about his opinion of apollo, he would be honest about it with no reservations. ]
At least we know that this is the candy's doing, although I'm not sure how they managed to do it. It's as if the cape isn't there at all.
Regardless, thank you for allowing me this. It shouldn't last long.
Well yeah, mostly because I know you can do better than that. [ affection was a mistake, because he's shifting to get a little more comfortable and leaning into him. solely for warmth, of course. ]
I'm gonna guess it's the same way I have no idea how Trucy's tricks work and they just do. Magic. But yeah... at least we know it's the candy. [ annoying. but he stays there, tucked against his side and eventually shutting his eyes for a moment while he's letting himself do some mental gymnastics.
... to broach the topic... or not... ]
Seriously though, you couldn't have even tried to rate me on something else?
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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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a. ]
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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But if we can't dictate the effects, maybe my answer doesn't matter anymore. Right?
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Seven point five for how good it was to see you sort of relaxed. [ which isn't entirely all of it but it's close enough, so he's just turning to get ready to leave. ] But if that's it, then... [ shrugs! again, warm yourself up. he still has his sunglasses? apollo what are you doing. ]
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[ anyway. anyway! apollo turns, and already the cold sweeps over klavier again. instinctively, he reaches out for apollo's wrist. warmth spreads to his palm. ]
Herr— ...Wait a moment.
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... yeah? [ it's hesitant, but prompting. he's also ready to murder if this is about him needing to get laid again though. ]
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[ he lets go, but only to gesture to the seat beside him. ]
Call it an experiment. If it does nothing, I'll let you go.
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Ominous.
he has a vague suspicion, but he isn't going to be the one to say anything until he's more sure. klavier was right. apollo is more likely to act with intent rather than impulse. but that doesn't mean he isn't sort of wondering. ]
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because klavier is wrapping an arm around him, like a half-hug. immediately, he feels warmth spread from wherever their bodies are in contact. klavier pauses, eyes closing. ]
... Just as I thought.
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so klavier keeps his eyes shut and apollo's stay open while he's sort of putting other pieces together. well. that's fine. he will keep those feelings to himself for
maybe a few more tags at this ratea while. when he speaks though he sounds both amused and skeptical. ]You could have just asked instead of phrasing it like it might be weird. [ he says, thinking that it is a little weird. but also maybe not? it's a known fact that body heat transfers. also he keeps arguing with himself that he doesn't know klavier that well, but realistically they've worked together for like six months. he's learned to read him a little. he's not exactly a stranger, so. it's fine. vacation mode means a lot of different things here. ]
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[ very funny considering he dies soon after. right now they get to be pseudo-gay.
klavier's thoughts about this don't run so deep. physical closeness, paparazzi and fans aside, is something he's much more comfortable with than apollo is. there doesn't have to be any deeper meaning to it if things remain unspoken. if he were asked about his opinion of apollo, he would be honest about it with no reservations. ]
At least we know that this is the candy's doing, although I'm not sure how they managed to do it. It's as if the cape isn't there at all.
Regardless, thank you for allowing me this. It shouldn't last long.
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I'm gonna guess it's the same way I have no idea how Trucy's tricks work and they just do. Magic. But yeah... at least we know it's the candy. [ annoying. but he stays there, tucked against his side and eventually shutting his eyes for a moment while he's letting himself do some mental gymnastics.
... to broach the topic... or not... ]
Seriously though, you couldn't have even tried to rate me on something else?
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don't mind him getting a little more comfortable himself, letting them both lean back on the bench. ]
Like what, exactly?
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