Achtung! Baby

Guten tag meine lieblings. You have reached the personal blog of Klavier Gavin. I am most well known as being the singer and lead guitarist for the Gavinners, but my day job is being a prosecutor. If you have any questions for me, just ask.

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Apollo couldn’t help but frown, “Most people wouldn’t have been able to do what you did, you should really give yourself more credit for that. And you’re not the one who contributed to the dark age of the law, you were used by it…” Apollo couldn’t help thinking bitterly about the false evidence Kristoph had given to the unsuspecting teen, or the way Daryan probably thought no one could suspect him when he was so chummy with the prosecution.

“And you know what? That makes you an even better prosecutor, because you’ve seen that dark side and been played by it, but you’ve never let it make you bitter or cloud your judgement, you’re heart’s always in the right place no matter what. An honestly I respect you a hell of a lot for that.” Apollo looked off to one side for a moment in contemplation. “I admit my first impression of you was…uh… different, I guess I judged you too quickly because you were so annoyingly cool.” He said with a small chuckle.

At Klavier’s offer his expression softened, a genuine smile so different to his cocky smirks in court. “Thanks.” It was strange really, to see Klavier without the jovial and light-hearted façade, and for Apollo to be without his sarcastic and brash manner. But for some reason this felt nice, it felt they were really getting to know each other on a new level, it was something Apollo hoped could continue too.

Before Apollo could ponder on the new depths of their conversation Klavier pulled out the picture and Apollo took it with an air of curiosity, his eyes widening when he saw it.

“Woah!” He felt a small blush rise to his cheeks. “I was actually joking about you being hot with short hair…” He mumbled to himself, as if shocked to see such a flattering picture, Klavier really was a poster perfect rock star wasn’t he? “It’s nice,” He said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when he returned the picture to Klaiver. Luckily their food quickly arrived, which would hopefully serve as a nice distraction from the blush on Apollo’s face.

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Klavier offered a small smile at Apollo’s reassurances. “I’m afraid we’ll have to disagree on whether I was responsible or not for the start of the dark age of the law. In my opinion, I was partially to blame for the start of it because I was the one who got Herr Wright disbarred, trusting the information that Kristoph gave me. I had no reason to doubt my brother, but I should have realised it was going too perfectly”

“The whole reason I left law was because I didn’t feel as though what had happened to Herr Wright was what he deserved. I felt like something was off with the situation and only returned to prosecuting at the insistence of the Head Prosecutor” Klavier sighed a little. He wasn’t sure what would have happened if he had said no, but one thing was for certain. He would never have met Apollo, and that would have been terrible.

“That was taken eight years ago” The prosecutor explained. “It was just before everything happened with Herr Wright. The Gavinners were preparing to go on their first ever world tour. Tickets went on sale the day I had that picture taken” He couldn’t say much more as their food arrived. He noticed the blush on Apollo’s cheeks but decided it was probably best if he didn’t comment on it.

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OK. So it wasn’t flirting that made him do it, which only made Apollo feel more ridiculous for what he’d said, still, he hadn’t expected the conversation to take such a dramatic turn. The brunet’s brow arced with concern, he didn’t want to bring up bad memories for Klavier but he was somewhat grateful that the prosecutor could open up to him.

“I’m so sorry…I mean I remember it being hard for you at the time, but I didn’t realise just how much.” Apollo felt like an idiot, of course it was rough. After everything with Kristoph and then Daryan who could blame Klavier for being prone to a bit of anxiety?

“And I’m sorry for pointing it out, that was pretty rude huh? And I’m sorry if I’ve done something that’s made you feel anxious around me, but it’s good that you can talk about it and look at you now! You haven’t let what’s happened hold you back, and if you ever want to talk you can come to me.. Or Athena, she’s probably better at this kind of thing to be honest.” Apollo said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Anyway, let’s see that picture of yours then!” Apollo beamed, hoping to lighten up the mood – and what better way to do that then rub the blond’s ego a little.

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Klavier offered a small smile at Apollo’s words. Of course he would try to make him feel better about the situation that saw both his brother and his best friend get sentenced to death in the space of half a year. Though Apollo had been the defense in both cases, and the reason the real truth about those cases had come to light, he bore no grudge towards him. If he thought about it, he was actually grateful that Apollo had found the truth and that was when his infatuation had turned into what he was feeling now, he was pretty sure of that.

“It’s not your fault, Apollo. We both had a job to do, and sometimes we have to wear a mask. Yours, the smile when all things are going downhill, mine, the calm exterior, presenting facts as they appear. If I had allowed my personal feelings to affect the cases, I would be a terrible prosecutor... One who contributes to the dark age of the law... And I’ve done enough of that already”

He blinked a little at Apollo’s next words. “Not at all, Herr Forehead. You have a gift for noticing people’s habits, it’s only natural you would be curious. You haven’t done anything to make me feel anxious, I don’t think you ever could. I will take you up on your offer, I’m sure. You can always come to me about personal matters if you need to as well. I know recent times haven’t exactly been easy for you either.” Klavier replied, his tone serious. Usually his words held an air of charm or light-heartedness, but not this time. This was a serious topic, and his tone and expression reflected that. He wanted Apollo to know he was sincere.

He grinned and pulled out a tattered piece of paper with what looked like passport photos on it.

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“Hm?” Unbeknownst to Apollo he’d fallen right into that one, giving Klavier the perfect opportunity to pry. His eyes widened, almost horrified that Klavier would dare ask and Apollo would have to be honest. For now he simply straightened up his posture, putting some distance between them.

“Wh-what!? Get over yourself.” He snorted. “I admit you’re good looking, but it takes a lot more than looks to get me to like someone.” Apollo huffed. Of course he knew Klavier was just being a tease, but it didn’t take much to rile Apollo up.

He thanked the lords for a change in conversation.

“Huh…a recent habit though, right? I mean I never noticed it when we first met, and I notice a lot.” Apollo added, a silent warning to Klaiver that he couldn’t brush it off so easily. But still Apollo needed to figure out when he did it, so he could then find out why.

(I need to test him…but how?)

Apollo thought back to when it happened. Like when Apollo was staring at him in his leathers, or when Apollo shouted ‘I could kiss you’.

“!!!!” 

(It must be something about attention or being flirted with!!! Maybe, he doesn’t like it? But then he’s always doing it…)

“I still can’t imagine you with short hair. I bet you looked hot though.” Apollo inwardly cringed at his own words, wanting to crumple up and die. But he had to test his theory.

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He chuckled softly at Apollo’s reaction. If he didn’t laugh, he’d probably cry and that would be terrible. He knew Apollo wouldn’t react positively so he didn’t let himself dwell on it... That would be for later, when he was alone and could wallow in self pity over this situation.

“I first noticed it during that terrible day.. When Herr LeTouse was murdered at my concert. It happened when I first started to suspect Daryan, then again in the Vera Misham case. I didn’t do it in court, it was when I was investigating or after the conviction. It’s gotten worse recently, I guess it’s an anxiety thing”

Klavier quietly admitted, not wanting anyone to overhear him. Talking about those events were difficult enough as it was without people prying into it all. He didn’t mind opening up to Apollo about it, after all, he was there.

The musician looked up in surprise. “Herr Forehead, I wouldn’t have thought you would ever say something like that about me. I’m sure I have a picture on me somewhere, of what I looked like with short hair, if you’d like to see?”

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(Having fun with your girlfriends Klavier? Ugh, I bet he is…)

“Upset? N-no! Of course not! I guess you’re right about having our meal interrupted anyway” Apollo said, trying to sound as though he didn’t care about Klavier’s divided attention and clearly failing. Still, at least he was back now, and as Klavier said; going over to them probably meant they wouldn’t come over and bother the two again.

Still, Apollo couldn’t help notice how they’d looked at Klavier like candy in a sweet shop. “I at least hope they like you for more than your looks..” He mumbled. He couldn’t help but think about all the things he liked about Klavier, stuff that went beyond looks and music, like his selfless acts of kindness, his passion for his job and helping people, his resilience through tough ordeals… but those girls could just bat their eyelashes to get his attention. Apollo had no such ‘pulling’ skills, since there wasn’t much romance in chords of steel.

The waiter came back to take the orders when Apollo had stopped having a strop and the two looked ready to order. The attorney’s eyes flickered from the menu and back to Klavier before noticing his hair. (Maybe now’s a good time to ask him). Apollo decided on a gentle approach to try and pry out the information. 

“Hm…You sure like to fiddle with your hair a lot…”

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Klavier could clearly hear that Apollo cared more than he was trying to let on, but he decided to let the subject drop. It probably wasn’t a wise idea to probe into why Apollo was acting that way. He didn’t want to cause a scene in public, let alone with Apollo and his chords of steel.

The prosecutor smiled when he caught Apollo’s words, his undivided attention on the attorney now that little situation with the fans had been sorted. “So you admit that I’m good looking, Herr Forehead? Do you have a crush on me?” He grinned, leaning forwards over the table, teasing. He was playing it off with a playful remark, but if Apollo said yes, he would be overjoyed. If he said no... Well, he was expecting that.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, just habit I suppose. I don’t even realise I’m doing it half the time. I never used to when it was short”

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Apollo found himself easing up around Klavier the more they spoke, perhaps Klavier wasn’t as narrow-minded as Apollo thought when it came to music. “Wait, you’re really gonna go over th-”

Unfortunately for Apollo his luck was about to run out as the blond went over to greet the fans, who soon began to gush over him and ask for autographs and pictures.

Apollo watched all of this from the other table, a strange feeling churning in his gut as the gaggle of women threw their attentions at Klavier. Jealousy perhaps? (Ugh! That’s ridiculous!! Why would I be jealous?!) He huffed to himself as he folded his arms and and pulled a sour face. The waiter came over but Apollo quickly shot him a look that made it clear he wasn’t ready to order, because his date- NO, not date…his company was too busy buttering up some floozies. 

Instead Apollo sat munching on a bread roll as he waited, he honestly had nothing to be mad about, Klavier had been kind enough to help him out, and kind enough to speak to the fans – there were many celebs that were much less hospitable. The fact was simple: Klavier was a nice guy, a really nice guy, and Apollo was just being immature and bitter in his thoughts, yet too stubborn to shake them.

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Klavier smiled and gave his fans what they wanted from him, putting on the front of the rockstar. It wasn’t how he was naturally, but the girls would be disappointed if they didn’t get what they expected from him. Once they were appeased, he excused himself and rejoined Apollo.

“Sorry about that, I thought it would be easier to go over and appease the fans than have our meal interrupted. I hope you’re not too upset?” He could tell that Apollo’s mood had soured somewhat and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was those girls which had caused it. He hoped he hadn’t made the younger lawyer angry. If he had, he’d likely be spending the next year trying to make up for it. He absently twirled his hair around his finger as he allowed his anxious thoughts to get the better of him.

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COME ON AND SLAM

“Achtung, I think the slamming is best left for Herr Forehead, ja? He does it so well in court after all”

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Klavier knocked on Apollo's door, a little bit nervous about what the attorney would think. He was clad in nothing but a playboy bunny outfit, complete with ears and tail; carrying a wicker basket containing chocolate eggs. Still, a dare was something the prosecutor would never back down from, and Trucy Wright had triple dog dared him into it, so ultimately he had no choice. (therockinprosecutor)

Apollo looked at the door before finally getting up to answer it, he certainly hadn’t been expecting any visitors. So when he found none other than Klavier at his door, scantily clad and carrying chocolate eggs Apollo’s mouth simply hung agape, not quite knowing what to say as the blood rushed to his face. Eventually he managed something as he scanned up and down the blond.

“……..uh, Klavier?”

Then, he just couldn’t hold it in, and burst into laughter.

“AHAHAHAA aaahhhh… What the hell are you wearing!?”

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Klavier tried to chuckle normally, his fingers automatically curling into his long hair.

“I’m the Easter bunny, couldn’t you tell, Herr Forehead?” He smiled, acting far more confident than he felt. “These are for you” He offered the basket of chocolate treats.

He knew this was a bad idea when Trucy dared him into it, but he didn’t realise just how much of a fool of himself he was making. He was considering just handing over the chocolate and leaving, that was all he had to do in order to uphold his end of the dare. Klavier had hoped that perhaps the skimpy outfit would lead to something between him and Apollo and he wouldn’t let it show how crushed he really was that it hadn’t turned out that way.

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“Can you not can it with the flirting, fop?!”

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“Flirting? Whoever said I was flirting, Fraulein Detective?”

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(The Gavinners don’t, but one Gavinner does…man, that would be a good chat up line if I had the guts to say it out loud.)

Apollo subconsciously leaned back a little whenever Klavier leaned in to talk to him, almost afraid they might accidentally bump noses or something. He had to admire Klavier’s confidence though, to be able to get into someone’s personal space so effortlessly, the attorney was better suited to strong eye contact, like he’d been keeping on all of Klavier’s little ‘twitches’.

Yet for some reason this time Apollo found himself trying to get out of Klavier’s close proximity stare, those warm blue eyes were beginning to make Apollo’s face heat up. 

“Uhh, well I like a bit of everything really, every genre has it’s good and bad stuff.. but having said that, I guess I have a soft spot for jazz and swing music, pretty weird huh?” Apollo said with an awkward chuckle. Ugh, it was awful being so uncool around such a naturally cool person.

Luckily there was food to distract, and Apollo soon led the way into the restaurant where a waiter showed the two of them to their seats. Apollo’s gaze briefly scanned the place. “Luckily for us this is such a small town, looks like there aren’t paps around…although…” Apollo’s eyes immediately caught the gaze of a few woman who were looking over at Klavier, their mouths agape before they spoke to each other in hushed, giggling voices.

“Looks like they’re deciding which one should come over to get your autograph first..” Apollo said it with a slight hint of amusement, though if he were honest he really just wanted the two of them to be left alone.

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“Having a diverse taste in music is a wonderful thing, Herr Forehead. Jazz and swing are really good styles, I like them a lot too. Though, jazz and swing are a little difficult to emulate with my guitar and tone of voice, I’m much more suited to singing rock or ballads, unfortunately for me” He smiled softly as he spoke. He was allowing himself to open up to Apollo, with the hopes that maybe, just maybe, one day it would be the basis for a relationship.

Klavier couldn’t hide the relief he felt at knowing there was no paparazzi around. A couple of fans were easy to deal with.

“Perhaps I should go save them the trouble of deciding, ja?” He grinned and walked over to their table.

“Guten abend, meine Liebsten, how can I help you this fine day?”

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“Oh really? That’s pretty cool. It must be hard learning another language fluently, especially for you having to sing in it too. But your English is good, if you didn’t call me Herr forehead so much I might actually be fooled into thinking you were American.”  He went on to ask about the types of recipes Klavier’s mother enjoyed cooking, idly imagining the blond doing some home baking of his own in a pink apron, he wasn’t sure why pink.

Weird, Apollo always just assumed rock stars got people to do that sort of thing for them, maybe Klavier wasn’t so out of touch with the real world as his famous counterparts.

“Huh..” Apollo spent a moment thinking as the two walked around the town some more when Klavier returned the question, and it seemed once he started talking he couldn’t stop, rambling on about all sorts. “Well I like playing video games and reading comics,” (Great, now he’ll think I’m a nerd.) “But uhh, I also like astrology and stuff like that, I’m trying to teach myself how to do tarot readings at the moment. And I like going for bike rides and hoola hooping too, which probably sounds really weird, but apparently it’s good for your core? I don’t know, its just fun to hoola hoop to ubeat music sometimes.” There was certainly no Gavinners playing whilst he ‘got his groove on’, however the more he told Klavier the more he realised he had some pretty embarrassing hobbies. Oh well, it was too late now and he couldn’t take back his words.

Klavier probably thought he was a bit odd anyway, just like the rest of the agency, and the entire legal community, actually.

“Anyway, what about this place?” Apollo asked, stopping in front of a small restaurant that looked warm and inviting inside. The brunet scanned the menu by the door – seemed they had a decent choice of food too. Not that he knew what Klavier liked apart from the tings his mother cooked, but hopefully food of any sort would distract from Apollo telling the blond any more strange things.

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Klavier listened to the defense attorney as he spoke, hanging on his every word. He was eager to learn more about the man he faced in court so often, and though his hobbies were slightly odd, he didn’t judge. If Apollo enjoyed those things and they made him happy, then that was all that mattered in the end. 

“So, what type of music do you like to listen to? I know the Gavinner’s style didn’t rock your world, so what does, Herr Forehead?” He smirked and deliberately leaned forwards, hands on his hips, as he always did when flirting with Apollo. In the time they’d known each other, he’d never picked up on it before.

The guitarist took a glance at the menu and easily spotted a few dishes that he would enjoy. “Sure, this place looks great. Lead the way” He smiled softly and looked at the place again. It was out of the way, and this place seemed to be pretty cut off from everywhere. Hopefully he wouldn’t be snapped with Apollo, it would only cause trouble for the defense attorney and he didn’t want that.

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There it was again, that hair twirling. To someone else it may have looked like nothing but to Apollo he couldn’t focus on anything else but that, especially when it synced so perfectly with the pulse of his bracelet. He tried to make sure he didn’t stare for too long though, he’d probably freaked Klavier out enough with staring already. 

“Well I don’t have to, but I was taught some manners as a kid, and when someone helps you out – you thank them.” Apollo said with a small smile; though he wouldn’t be surprised if Klavier thought he had no manners at all given how rude he could be in court sometimes. He still didn’t know if Klavier had seen him stifle a laugh when they replayed the scene of the guitar bursting into flames…

Anyway.

“Great! Let’s go find somewhere, shall we?” Apollo said, before heading out the door.

It wasn’t long into their journey around the town that Apollo realised he hadn’t spent much time with Klavier outside of work. Perhaps he should use this time to get to know him better before he interrogated the poor man about his little habit. “So…” Apollo started, awkwardly. “Do you like..have any normal hobbies? Like something really dull that’s got nothing to do with being a rock star or a prosecutor?”  

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“Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse? I’ll have to repay the favour the next time you do something for me” The guitarist smiled, a softer smile than the one he usually gave to his adoring fans. He would never admit it out loud, but being a rock god really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be sometimes. He wished he could have a bit more privacy in his life and that he wasn’t recognised almost everywhere he went, but that was the price of his fame. It had dulled a little since the Gavinners broke up, but he was still mobbed by fans. It was a wonder he ever got to the courtroom on time, he mused softly. He was drawn out of his musings by Apollo speaking again.

“Ja, lead the way, Herr Forehead” Klavier followed him, soon falling into step easily at his side.

“Hmm? Oh, well, I like to read a lot. I mostly try to read English books at the moment, it helps me be more fluent as it’s my second language. Though I do read in German sometimes as it reminds me of home. Other than that, I dabble a little in the kitchen. My mother sends me her recipes and though I’m not as good as she is, it helps keep the homesickness at bay. How about you, Herr Forehead? What are your hobbies that have nothing to do with being an attorney?”

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“Uhhh…” Apollo had to think on the question before Klavier presented that beautiful dusty old urn, Apollo’s eyes lit up instantly. 

“Klavier that’s it! That’s it YOU FOUND YOU FOUND IT I COULD KISS YOU KLAVIER THAT’S IT!!!” Apollo was jumping and whooping with joy – until he realised what he’d said and soon stopped, smiling awkwardly he took the urn.

“Uh, I mean thanks…” With that, Apollo went to find something to wrap the delicate object in before tucking it safely into his backpack. He looked back down at his attire, fair to say he looked a bit scruffier than normal with the tight leathers leaving creases and the attic dust leaving a mark here and there, but he could still probably get away with walking into a restaurant without people staring too much. He dusted himself down just to be safe before turning back to Klavier. Time to change the subject.

“Man, all that searching has made me hungry though, are you ready to eat? The town’s pretty small so there’s not a whole lot of places to choose from, but I’m sure we can find something half decent.”

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Klavier couldn't help the dusting of pink that coloured his cheeks at Apollo's outburst, and he unconsciously curled his hair around his finger. If only Klavier could respond in the way he wanted to, but he shut that train of thought down before it could cause any problems.

"It's okay, you don't have to thank me" Klavier awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He checked the state of his appearance as well and dusted himself down as best he could. He was sure he looked close to presentable in his leathers, he certainly didn't have as much dust on him as Apollo did. He wanted to help Apollo clear it all, but he stopped himself before he did something inappropriate.

"Sure, I could go eat" He casually changed his stance into a composed one, resting one hand on his hip. This wouldn't be so bad. Get through dinner and the journey home, and then he wouldn't have to see Apollo for a few days. He could at least get control over his emotions in that time, or so he hoped.

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“Nope, just that.” It seemed like an odd thing to travel all this way for perhaps, but to Apollo this was a vital piece of evidence that would not only solve his current case, but also answer an unsolved case from many years ago too; he just knew that urn was the link to them both.

Thankfully for Klavier the town was in the middle of nowhere, and the people from it could perhaps be considered sheltered from the media – apparently the B&B rooms didn’t even have TVs, so the owners didn’t bat an eye when they saw Klavier; though they did remark on what a handsome man he was. Apollo idly wondered if Klavier ever got sick of that.

“Will do, thanks!” With that Apollo ran off to start his investigation. He must of spent a good 40 minutes in that dusty attic trying to find the urn with no luck. Eventually with his attire suitably dirty he admitted defeat and came down. Brushing himself down Apollo tired to find Klavier, his eyes scanning the old building as he did so. It had a bit of eerie feel to it if he were honest. (I’m not sure how I’d feel spending the night here…) He mused, before being snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Klavier.

“Klavier!!” He waved, before running over. “Hey, found anything?”

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Klavier spent a fair amount of time searching through the dusty old study and eventually came up with something that vaguely matched Apollo's description. He was covered in dust and he was just about to go and find Apollo when the defense attorney ran over to him.

"Have I ever let you down, Herr Forehead? I think this is what you were looking for" He handed Apollo what he thought was the dusty old urn that Apollo needed for his case. "It was tucked away at the back of a cupboard in a study. If I hadn't known what to look for, I would have completely missed it"

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Apollo passed him the helmet as instructed, trying not to stare too hard at that winning smile of Kavier’s. “Great,” Apollo said trying to hide a small hint of nervousness (he’s agreed to dinner, that’s all. It’s not a date. Definitely not a date).

“Sure, that would be pretty helpful actually, it’s an urn with a floral pattern on that I’m looking for – I’ll let the owners know we’re here first.” Apollo said before heading towards the door – he wasn’t going to steal evidence after all, the owners knew he’d be coming and what he was looking for, it was just a shame that over the years they’d forgotten exactly where it was in the old B&B.

After a quick introduction Apollo turned back to Klavier as he rolled up his sleeves. “Right, let’s get looking then, I’m going to check out the attic, you can take the old study if you like?”

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Klavier stashed the helmets away in the storage compartment of the hog and locked it up. They were more or less in the middle of nowhere, he figured his bike should be fine from anyone should they attempt to steal it.

"Alright, an urn with a floral pattern, got it. Is there anything else or is that the only specific thing you need?" Klavier asked as he followed Apollo to the door. He figured that introductions would be necessary, but he hoped the owners of the B&B didn't know him. It would make things inconvenient for Apollo and the situation was bad enough for the defense attorney as it was.

"Sounds good to me. Just call if you need a hand" Klavier flashed him that smile again and moved towards the old study, rolling his sleeves up as he did.

[rpprompts]

After a near fatal car accident, my muse is being kept in the ICU under a strict no-visitors policy. How does your muse get around this?