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Running Away...

Closed starter with @legalbrats

It’d been a long flight. Not nearly as long as his flights to America from Khura’in, but it sure felt longer... The changes in pressure caused discomfort in the attorney’s broken fingers, which certainly didn’t help. He couldn’t really open his mouth without having so much private information spill out either, so he was pretty much silent the entire time, clinging to the one person he could trust, the one person who whisked him away from everything. It felt so strange to flee from not one, but two different countries... but he couldn’t keep up any sort of façade right now. 

In Khura’in there was a sense of guilt silencing him, he felt ‘entitled’ opening up about it, considering Nahyuta had gone through the opposite issue. He knew where his mother was, and where she was, was just out of reach, having to put up this persona in order to keep her and his baby sister safe. Then, in L.A. there was everyone he was mad at. Not Trucy, of course, she was as much of a victim here as he was, and he couldn’t blame her at all, but that didn’t mean he wanted to talk to her right now. He was just too upset. 

He was too lost...

Too confused to know what to do. 

He could feel the difference in climate as soon as they landed, the wintry cold air sparking a soft irritation in his nose and a chill through his arms. Despite the thick hoodie he’d packed, it obviously was manufactured with a much hotter climate in mind, it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long to get to the hotel, he was silent there too, letting Klavier do the talking. Perks of having a bilingual boyfriend... he didn’t have to follow the conversation, he couldn’t possibly be expected to. After all, as it stood, Apollo couldn’t even understand the hundreds of pet names Klavier called him, how could he be expected to follow a completely German conversation?

Normally, he’d be excited, after all, he hadn’t been to a foreign country since he was nine, and that foreign country was his home for the next 15 years... but there was no room for it. This wasn’t a ‘vacation.’ He was running away to get a fucking break. A break from everything. His loved ones dying, betraying him, hurting him, a break from the pain of abandonment. He hated this feeling of being unwanted, forgotten, dumped onto someone else, chosen second. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it, HE HATED IT,

HE HATED IT!!

Apollo shut the door behind him. He looked around at their hotel, the cozy-looking bed, the sparkling snow outside their window, their luggage, unpacked and left vaguely in front of the dressers, waiting to be unpacked and put away properly. His body trembled when he looked towards Klavier, not fully able to meet his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks, unable to hold it back for even a second longer. He moved and wrapped his arms around him, crying into what was either his back or his chest. He hadn’t been paying attention, so he wasn’t sure which it was. 

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Black Eye

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It was late. Apollo's layover flight got canceled. And all Apollo wanted to do was check in so he could mentally check out and go to bed. It was such a struggle to keep his eyes open, which, being in Chicago, was pretty risky.

He was pretty much on the verge of falling asleep while walking, eyes drifting shut as he walked to his hotel door. He hadn't noticed anyone else in the hall, until he bumped his shoulder and suitcase against him. "Ack! S-sorry Sir!" Tumbled out, snapping him awake just enough.

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[legalbrats] [for Apollo's most recent from Khura'in]

Klavier laid his head on Apollo's lap, looking up at him with a soft, loving expression. He reached for Apollo's face and gently cupped it in his hands.

"I don't believe you have the slightest idea just how much I love you right now."

Apollo couldn't care less about whatever was on TV, because he'd just been watching Klavier the whole time. "Oh, I think I do." He smiled, warmly.

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[legalbrats] "Are you going to throw up?"

Illness / Sickness Starters! (Accepting)

"Uuugghh..." Truth be told Apollo hadn't felt like his stomach was that bad yet, but when Klavier said that, he felt his stomach lurch and churn, bile filling his throat in warning. "Don- don't say that, please." He begged, holding his emergency bowl closer. No way was he cleaning up puke. "I feel awful. And I feel like I should be working!!" He whined, lying lazily on his bed with his phone propped up by the window as opposed to sitting properly at his desk on the other side of his room, which, of course, was in view, thus a cat tail could be seen dangling from the chair.

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Prolly a boob guy, look at his boyfriend, he has no ass

"What the crap?"

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Surprise Visit

Closed Starter for @legalbrats

Apollo stretched with a yawn as he awoke from his  less-than-comfortable mattress. He was still half asleep, and he’d love to crawl back in bed, but if he did, he wouldn’t be able to say goodnight to Klavier. He’d need some coffee at least, that should kickstart his brain, as it typically did.

Of course, he was hardly awake enough to walk, and it didn’t help that his feet were sore from being in court for about two full days straight. Another yawn as he shuffled down the hall and into the kitchen-- he was as ecstatic as an exhausted man who could barely keep his eyes open could be to smell the coffee, seeing as it meant it was freshly made, for one, and that Datz hadn’t drank it all. If he ever drank coffee... Did he? He was too tired to know or care. 

Of course, he could vaguely hear some conversation going on in the living room, and within Apollo’s dreadful squint-o-vision, he caught Nahyuta’s bright lavender hair. He figured Nahyuta decided to spend their mutual day off here or maybe he’d popped by for a visit or something, and was talking to Datz... he wasn’t awake enough to tell or ask. “Oh, there he is.” He heard Nahyuta say.  “Shut up until I get some coffee, or I’ll fall asleep.” Apollo yawned out, as polite as he could be as tired as he was.

Nahyuta silently chuckled at his brother’s response, shaking his head.  “You’ll have to excuse him, we’ve been busy these last two days.” Apollo blindly poured his creamer-- hazelnut flavored, of course, into the cup, followed by his nice, warm coffee. He yawned again before taking a sip, finally able to open his eyes a bit more, now. Datz, Nahyuta, and... “Klavier?!”

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[legalbrats] !❆! Datz with Nahyuta

Send me !❆! for my muse’s reaction to yours shoving them into a snowbank (Accepting!) @legalbrats has dunked a monk.

Nahyuta had been walking with Datz, and going over details of whatever case he was working on, to relay to Apollo, of course, when suddenly he was pushed back into a large mound of white, fluffy snow.

He was certain he had a dumb look of shock on his face, and he sort of just laid there for a few seconds, dumbfounded.

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[legalbrats] trace "Huh," Datz sounded surprised, "I don't remember those before."

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars (Accepting)

@legalbrats hasn’t been told yet...

Apollo winced, lying shirtless, back facing Datz, on the bed. It'd hadn't even been a few months since everything went down, and Apollo moved to Khura'in, and there was still unrest, unease, so it wasn't a huge surprise that it'd find its way to the courtroom. Apollo just happened to be unlucky when getting those abrasions to his back, and they needed to be disinfected, of course.

It wasn't pleasant for him. It was like having to do everything over, but without Klavier. Well, no, this wasn't as bad, but mentally, it was. Then, he felt a touch at his scar. It was left from a metal support hidden in one of the chunks of the concrete that fell on him- he'd been impaled, and needed stitches after it'd been removed. He was pretty sure most of the nerves there died, he hardly felt things there, but this he was feeling, and winced, expecting pain. "Ah-! Oh, that? On-on my side?"