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@mpapollo
Charlotte had been woken up early by a nightmare, and the sun was just barely peaking over the tops of the buildings downtown as she let herself into the performing arts centre - having already gone for a run, showered, and gotten ready for the day. The place was as deserted as she had expected it to be at that time, and she was looking forward to a quiet morning fiddling around in the studio.
However, when she opened the studio door, it was not empty. Apollo was there, looking rather worse for wear, the area around him just as disheveled as he appeared. It did not seem like he had even noticed her presence, he was so absorbed in his work. Part of her was tempted to scurry out of the room, but she knew he wouldn’t mind that she was there. Maybe she could help him out with whatever he was working on.
“Oh, hi, Apollo! I didn’t think anyone... Have you been here all night?” Not that she was one to criticize, insomniac that she was. She went over to the kettle in the corner of the room, checking it had enough water before turning it on. “I’m making us some green tea, I think we could both use the caffeine.”