#apollo: threads.

[chaoscometh]

Apollo had agreed to training lessons like it was his cosmic duty to give back to the community. His mother preached balance when he was young, and typically he’d fought everything that she’d said, but this one held some water. So, he side stepped the incoming swing before holding a hand up. “Stop, you’re still holding your elbow out too far.” Stepping closer, a clear invasion of personal space, two fingers touched it to make a point. “You’re going to break your arm before you ever do any damage to anyone's face.” @ofhellview​

[chaoscometh]

Apollo was not exactly well known for his tact when it came to certain things, and this was one of them. Impatience had hands shoved in pockets, determined not to fidget, as bright eyes paid all the attention in the world. In fact, it was like the person in front of them was the last possible human on the planet. “Can you fix it or not?” He finally asked, after clearing his throat. After all, can’t admit that he is a little too invested in this. @ofmcthman

[chaoscometh]

@ofhellview​

Spencer was the only exception to so many rules, a first in ways that he had been foolish enough not to vocalize. Not then, when he’d left, and not now, on his return. A man surrounded by a million words and yet he still couldn’t manage to find the right ones. It was almost comical, but he certainly wasn’t laughing. Instead, he was approaching them, wheeling a cart full of return books, but a single one was pulled out. It was their favorite, a fact he hadn’t, or maybe couldn’t, forget. “You think you can finish these before we leave tonight?” All business, as if he didn’t still feel an ache still, looking at them.

[chaoscometh]

@hallowghoul​

Apollo had to look at the screen in front of him not once, but twice to actually process the number there. He’d seen the flashing red box that indicated an overdue notice before, but not like this. In fact, it was so ridiculous he almost snorted the laugh that followed. “What, did you check this out when you were ten and all of a sudden decide now was the time to return it?” Asked, grin edging the corner of his mouth. “I have…so many questions.”

[chaoscometh]

@trcshcans​

A hand raised to attempt to tease out the tension their presence created, only serving to help his almost always annoyed presentation - where they were concerned at least. Looking up finally, from the desk in the library, a simple question was asked with a deep sigh following behind it like punctuation. “The last time you were here you told me you used my books as coasters, what do you actually want this time?” 

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@ofmcthman​

It was far past the time most people would have seen fit to actually arrive at his place, but it wasn’t like he was known for keeping the strictest hours, either. Perhaps that was why he still seemed cool, casual even, as he stepped out on the porch, as if there was zero intention to let them step any further into the sanctuary he’d built for himself, brick by painful brick. “What are you doing here?” The question might have come with just a hint of resentment, maybe even annoyance, but those emotions, they were rare gems. Still exquisite, just usually buried better.