[In Klavier's eyes, that's all Apollo ever was. There's nothing to fix about a skater who'd just fallen down, is there? There's nothing wrong with a skater with plenty of potential and left in the dark. All you have to do is turn on the light.
Apollo's answer is soft, but it's enough to ease up Klavier's face even more than before, his smile practically sparkling and his eyes as bright as the sky. There's a reach for his bag, one he'd deposited when he'd arrived here, to pull out a tissue. Mostly for wiping his makeup off or in case his allergies started acting up again, but Apollo needed it far more than he did right now.
He extends it without hesitation, a silent offer to even help dab those eyes dry.]
It'll be fun, ja?
[That smile's nothing but genuine, moving to dab a spot his hands had missed.] A warning, it won't be my best performance. We'll mostly be skating in circles.
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Apollo's answer is soft, but it's enough to ease up Klavier's face even more than before, his smile practically sparkling and his eyes as bright as the sky. There's a reach for his bag, one he'd deposited when he'd arrived here, to pull out a tissue. Mostly for wiping his makeup off or in case his allergies started acting up again, but Apollo needed it far more than he did right now.
He extends it without hesitation, a silent offer to even help dab those eyes dry.]
It'll be fun, ja?
[That smile's nothing but genuine, moving to dab a spot his hands had missed.] A warning, it won't be my best performance. We'll mostly be skating in circles.
[A joke, or an attempt at one.]