atroquinine, my love.

A private ask and rp blog for Klavier Gavin, as part of the storyline with chcrdsofsteel. My main Klavier blog can be found over at tanguitar if you want to interact with him!

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@guiltylovings

Apollo enters quietly, gently closing the door behind him. He pauses for a moment, just taking in the sight. He was back, and god did he miss him. All the heartache he endured while Klavier was away. He wouldn’t lie: He had missed him.

Apollo proceeded into the room silently, approaching the former rockstar without a word. He let out a sigh, crawling up onto the couch and draping himself over Klavier’s lap. He took in his scent– a familiar scent that set his heart fluttering. The lawyer let out a quiet but audible whine, and nothing more. He wasn’t quite sure how to express how happy he was that Klavier was back.

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Despite being labelled as a prodigy, that didn't give Klavier a 'get out of jail free’ card when it came to attending training alongside (much to his dismay) the rest of the Prosecutions office. For that? He'd spent the past few weeks going over legal terms; studying things that were barely even relevant anymore, looking at past cases- thanking the gods they didn't look at that case- before it had finally moved onto a ridiculous number of trust and bonding exercises. He wont go into too much detail, but to put it short and sweet? Doing a trust fall with the twisted samurai himself isn't something he intends to repeat any time soon. 

Almost instantly upon arriving back in the apartment, he'd thrown his suitcase aside, and- after embracing Apollo and placing a generous amount of kisses to the smaller mans face- he'd gone and buried himself on the couch, lying on his back, eyes closed out of sheer bliss from finally being home. Only once he feels the added weight on his chest does he open one eye, glancing down at the other with a sense of fondness. 

A hand is raised to brush his thumb lightly over the attorney’s cheek, eventually stopping to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and, “I’ve missed you, too.”

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“You have self control…but only just.” He responds with a snort, removing the hair tie from his hair in order to resume in brushing it back to it’s usual style. After that, he takes a moment to pick out something decent to wear, phone resting on his bed once it’s set to loudspeaker.

“Ja, of course. I wouldn’t expect you to walk that far.” Pausing, he pulls his jacket on before responding. “Are you sure this is a good idea, schatz? We can save the drinking for another time. When you’re more sober.”

He suggests, making his way over to his bed to pick up the phone once more.

“…If you’re sure, I’ll meet you down there. Just don’t pass out before I arrive.”

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“Yes I’m sure, now get your butt over here. If you don’t I’ll cry.”

Wow. Way to treat your boyfriend, Apollo. He has no bad intentions. It’s more the alcohol talking than anything.

Hey, at least he’s smart enough to take the elevator down. 

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"That'd be unfortunate."

So caring.

It doesn’t take him as long as usual to arrive, having decided to take his hog instead of the car. Ultimately? They'd both end up walking to the bar, anyway (he wouldn't risk driving there when he knows they'll likely be well over the limit by the end of the night) so he supposes it wouldn't have mattered either way.

The bike is parked outside, secured, and it's at that point he makes his way into the main lobby. He can only hope Apollo isn't making a fool of himself.

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Waiting for the other to finish his stretching, Klavier follows soon afterwards with an idle hum. Admittedly? He’s exited, too: it reflects obviously enough within his expression and mannerisms. He hasn’t actually made cookies for years, much less baked with anyone for fun.

“You check the fridge, I’ll look through the cupboards.” He suggests, turning on his heel to begin sifting through. He knows his kitchen better than anyone else…yet, despite that, it’s already proving to be a little difficult. He really needs a more orderly storage system. His current routine of ‘shove the food wherever it will fit’ isn’t particularly good, to say the least.

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Fridge. Right. 

Apollo decides to go digging through the fridge, huffing when he sees the mess.

“Tsk, tsk. You know, our next order of business should be to organize this. It’s a mess!”

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A bag of sugar is retrieved from the cupboard and set aside. That's one thing from the list, then. He supposes they could always make something else if they lack the rest of the ingredients...

"It's an organized mess, Herr Forehead. I know exactly where everything is."

No he doesn't.

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Luckily for the other, Klavier hadn’t been too far away on this particular occasion. He’d actually been on his way to see Apollo when his phone buzzes in his pocket, at which point he slips it out to answer as he walks. The voice he’s met with certainly doesn’t sound…right. He can’t put his finger on why.

“I’m already on it, Herr Forehead.” He responds in an amused tone, heading down the street in which the others apartment is located. He speaks up yet again after some time considering what he’s hearing.

“Are you feeling okay? Your voice sounds a little different.”

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A little? Oh man…

“I… Uh…. Y-You’ll see when you get here, okay?”

Apollo groans , burying his face against Mikeko.

“Please just… hurry over, alright?”

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"If you insist."

Is the last thing he says before hanging up, at which point he finds himself arriving at Apollo's apartment complex. Klavier takes a moment to brace himself before heading inside, taking the elevator up to the right floor in doing so and wandering down the hall until he finds the correct place. It’s at that point he makes to unlock the door, totally oblivious as to what awaits.

“Herr Forehead? I’m here.” He calls out. “Don’ tell me you’re sick again...”

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@guiltylovings

His hands trembled as Apollo called Klavier, hugging Mikeko close. How do you tell your boyfriend that you suddenly were turned into a 6 year old? 

“… Klavier? I need you to come pick me up.”

God, he probably didn’t even recognize his voice. He sounded so young…

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Luckily for the other, Klavier hadn't been too far away on this particular occasion. He'd actually been on his way to see Apollo when his phone buzzes in his pocket, at which point he slips it out to answer as he walks. The voice he's met with certainly doesn't sound...right. He can’t put his finger on why.

"I’m already on it, Herr Forehead." He responds in an amused tone, heading down the street in which the others apartment is located. He speaks up yet again after some time considering what he’s hearing.

"Are you feeling okay? Your voice sounds a little different."

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It was a miracle he survived a hit that bad, they said. 

Cracked ribs, a few broken bones, a concussion, the blood loss, too. The worst part was that he was in a coma. And the head trauma was so severe that when he woke up– if he woke up– he probably wouldn’t remember anything, or anyone. 

One of the nurses commented how he hardly looked recognizable with all the bandages and the machines he was hooked up to. To think that this was the Apollo Justice they had read about in the newspapers. 

They tried to reach his family, only to realize he had no family to reach. He lived alone in a small apartment, and the closest thing he had to a family was his co workers at the Wright Anything Agency. Even when they called, no one picked up.

News of the accident spread like wildfire, and soon it was on the news. People were calling for the driver to confess and turn themselves in. The red-suited attorney was no celebrity, but people wanted to see justice served.

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Apollo had no family to reach, so it's unsurprising that Wright was eventually notified of the accident in place of the parents that should have been.

After that? the news seemed to spread like wildfire, with everything happening at once. Klavier was called by a Phoenix who couldn't keep the panic from creeping into his voice, and that very same phone call is the reason why he's now standing in the middle of the hospital corridor, looking the most disheveled he'd ever allowed himself to be in the public eye. His hair is messy, curls barely staying in place. His jacket is lopsided, having been pulled on with such haste that the look now appears more sad than cool. He doesn't want to be here.

But he needs to be.

It takes awhile- an hour, maybe: he didn't bother keeping track with the restless pacing he'd been doing- but he's finally given permission to see Apollo. He knows he isn't going to like it-- knows that he wont be able to stop himself from crying or getting emotional, but he wont back out now. Apollo has supported him through so much: this is the least he can do in return. He offers the doctor some pathetically nervous smile (he's too tired to put on one of his usual media ones, too tired to even bother making himself look presentable) before he's ushered into the room.

It takes a lot for him not to break down there and then.

The damage is somehow worse than he thought, only furthered by the machinery and foreign tubes sticking out of the attorney. Apollo is so small and fragile- a fact of which is only furthered by his current helpless position. He wants to reach out and hold him, though he knows right now any movements could potentially worsen his condition. Instead? He drags himself over to the chair sitting next to the bed, at which point he promptly sits himself down, pulling it as close as he possibly can. He already knows he's going to be spending a lot of time in this very spot. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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"In justice we thrust, Herr Forehead." ;^)

“K-KLAVIER, OH MY GOD– I–”

He buries his face in his hands and lets out a muffled scream. You broke him.

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"What? You asked for pick-up lines, schatz: I'm only delivering."

“Aber...you shouldn’t hide your face like that. Red suits you.”

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[ Text to : Herr Forehead ♥ ]  –I’ll be there as soon as possible. Are you sure you can’t remember anything? Did you drink too much? Those sound like typical hangover symptoms to me.

Though, that wont stop him from grabbing his keys to drive over there regardless. If Apollo can tell something is wrong then he trusts his judgement on that. After all, the other knows himself better than anyone else, and isn’t exactly the sort to lie just for attention. 

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[ Text to: My Love ♡ ] It’s not a typical hangover, I can tell you that much.

Apollo sighs heavily, which draws a worried meow from Mikeko. He shakily reaches up, petting the cat.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. You watch over the place, alright?”

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[ Text to : Herr Forehead ♥ ]  In that case, stay put. I'm almost there.

 -- And, true to his word, no less than ten minutes later he's unlocking the door to Apollo's apartment using the spare key. He pushes the door shut with his foot after walking inside, peering into the living room soon afterwards. Almost immediately his gaze is drawn to the other, which earns him a slight frown. Apollo really does look terrible.

“...Are you ready to go, schatz?” He questions, offering him a small smile laced with pity and affection. “You might want to wrap up warm. It’s cold today.” 

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“I– hey.”

His words are cut off when his phone is snatched away, at which point Klavier gives him a playful swat. He leans over to peer at the list, nodding in response to a few of the ingredients listed. Eggs, butter, flour, salt and sugar? He definitely has those. As for the rest, they may have to rummage around a little in the cupboards, but going to the store is always an option as suggested.

“I think we have most of them. Only one way to find out, ja? Let’s go look.”

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“Alright.”

He hated to leave the comfort of his boyfriend’s lap, but nonetheless he sat up, stretching his arms up and his legs out. Finally he stood, venturing over to the cupboards to start their search. He seemed very excited.

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Waiting for the other to finish his stretching, Klavier follows soon afterwards with an idle hum. Admittedly? He's exited, too: it reflects obviously enough within his expression and mannerisms. He hasn't actually made cookies for years, much less baked with anyone for fun.

"You check the fridge, I'll look through the cupboards." He suggests, turning on his heel to begin sifting through. He knows his kitchen better than anyone else...yet, despite that, it’s already proving to be a little difficult. He really needs a more orderly storage system. His current routine of ‘shove the food wherever it will fit’ isn’t particularly good, to say the least.

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“Aha. Well, maybe I’ve changed my mind? Everyone has their limits, Herr Forehead. There’s only so many times I can handle you falling asleep on my lap or gossiping about me with Vongole.”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy it.”

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“Well… Vongole is fun to talk to, okay? C’mon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your boyfriend!”

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"I wouldn't know, schatz. I've never been able to have a conversation with her...unless one sided conversations count, but they’re hardly the same.”

“I’m only teasing. Would a back scratch make you feel better?”

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Well…at least he’s straight to the point. “It sounds like you’ve already been drinking.” He adds, tone sounding slightly skeptical. Klavier could use a drink- craves one, even- but he’s not too sure if Apollo will be able to last much longer.

In response to the thud, he finds himself holding his breath until Apollo speaks yet again, seemingly fine. It’s at that point he lets out a snort of amusement.

“…Ja, I suppose so. When you put it like that? I can’t really decline.” Pushing himself  up and off the floor, he sets about heading into his room to find something to wear. He’s not going out dressed as he currently is. “But only for a few drinks. I don’t want to have to carry you home or escort you to the hospital because of liver failure.”

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“You act as if I have no self control,” Apollo replied with a grumble, trying to find his shoes. Screw going out in his suit, he’s just going to wear his street clothes. He puts the phone on speaker as he clumsily changes his outfit.

“Do you think you can come pick me up? Chances are, I wouldn’t make it to your place.”

That statement is followed by laughter as the smaller male finishes getting ready. 

“I can meet you down in my apartment building’s lobby.”

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"You have self control...but only just." He responds with a snort, removing the hair tie from his hair in order to resume in brushing it back to it's usual style. After that, he takes a moment to pick out something decent to wear, phone resting on his bed once it's set to loudspeaker.

"Ja, of course. I wouldn't expect you to walk that far." Pausing, he pulls his jacket on before responding. "Are you sure this is a good idea, schatz? We can save the drinking for another time. When you’re more sober."

He suggests, making his way over to his bed to pick up the phone once more.

"...If you're sure, I'll meet you down there. Just don't pass out before I arrive."

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Knowing Apollo is (seemingly) preoccupied with reading his book, Klavier had taken to checking his phone- social media, playing silly games to pass the time, the like- as his free hand runs idly through the others hair. The two had been given the weekend off from work, and, naturally? they’d decided to spend it at home for once, knowing all too well a relaxing weekend is exactly what they need after this weeks courtroom shenanigans. When Apollo’s voice cuts through the silence, he moves the phone aside to glance down at him.

“…Baking?” He repeats the word in a curious tone. He hasn’t baked anything for years– though it does sound fun. A smile comes creeping onto his face soon afterwards. “I don’t see why not. Do we have all the ingredients?”

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“Probably? Here.”

Apollo sets the book down, plucking Klavier’s phone from his hands and typing into the search bar. He pulls up a recipe, reading off the ingredients.

“Sugar, brown sugar, butter, vanilla, eggs, flour, baking soda, salt, and chocolate chips. Have any of those? If you don’t have everything, we can always take a trip to the store.”

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"I-- hey."

His words are cut off when his phone is snatched away, at which point Klavier gives him a playful swat. He leans over to peer at the list, nodding in response to a few of the ingredients listed. Eggs, butter, flour, salt and sugar? He definitely has those. As for the rest, they may have to rummage around a little in the cupboards, but going to the store is always an option as suggested.

"I think we have most of them. Only one way to find out, ja? Let's go look."

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@guiltylovings

Apollo was sprawled across Klavier’s lap, reading some sort of book. He seemed really into to his book. But in reality, he kept sneaking peeks at Klavier’s face when he was sure he wasn’t looking. It was quiet, peaceful… Apollo let out a happy sigh. Suddenly, his voice broke the silence. He was hungry, and he felt like cooking.

“Hey, Klavier? Can we make chocolate chip cookies? I’m in the mood to bake.”

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Knowing Apollo is (seemingly) preoccupied with reading his book, Klavier had taken to checking his phone- social media, playing silly games to pass the time, the like- as his free hand runs idly through the others hair. The two had been given the weekend off from work, and, naturally? they'd decided to spend it at home for once, knowing all too well a relaxing weekend is exactly what they need after this weeks courtroom shenanigans. When Apollo’s voice cuts through the silence, he moves the phone aside to glance down at him.

"...Baking?" He repeats the word in a curious tone. He hasn't baked anything for years-- though it does sound fun. A smile comes creeping onto his face soon afterwards. "I don't see why not. Do we have all the ingredients?"

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“Same thing.”

“I’d say you can control it…and those dog tendencies of yours, too. I’m sure everyone would love to hear about those. We ought to tell them.”

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“KLAVIER GAVIN, YOU WOULDN’T DARE! YOU PROMISED YOU’D KEEP IT A SECRET. IT WAS PART OF THE CURSE, OKAY?!”

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"Aha. Well, maybe I've changed my mind? Everyone has their limits, Herr Forehead. There's only so many times I can handle you falling asleep on my lap or gossiping about me with Vongole."

"I'm starting to think you enjoy it."

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Apollo, who had been previously leaning up against Klavier, looks up and suddenly... Licks Klavier's cheek. He pauses, tongue still sticking out, before quietly, he says, "I don't know why I just did that. I'm sorry."

Klavier is more than content in letting the other leaning against him, though upon feeling the wetness on his cheek he snaps out of his daydream immediately. Brows creasing out of confusion and mild disgust, he drags his gaze over to the other. "Did you just...lick me, Herr Forehead?" He asks, some quiet laugh escaping his lips in doing so. That’s certainly a first. Definitely enough to break the relaxed atmosphere there’d preciously been between them, anyway. "No need to apologize.” A pause. Then, “Just...don't let the others see you do that. They might get the wrong idea."

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“You did yesterday.”

“Once a furry, always a furry.”

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“Werewolf. It’s… a werewolf. I can’t control it. I am not a furry.”

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"Same thing."

"I'd say you can control it...and those dog tendencies of yours, too. I'm sure everyone would love to hear about those. We ought to tell them.”

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chcrdsofsteel said: “I’M NOT A FURRY. GOD.”

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“That sounds like something a furry would say.”

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“Klavier, I swear to god. Do I look like a fucking furry?”

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"You did yesterday."

"Once a furry, always a furry."