(no, bring back that smile, don't hide it. it's stunning, really, how apollo's sarcasm of all things, the one trait he was often criticized on for being too blunt or too mean. that was what made klavier burst into laughter and bring out a smile that could make flowers grow.
he tries not to make it too obvious how he's attempting to glance at what bits of klavier's face he can still see behind that hand, and suddenly, every jab about him being cynical or unapproachable die out in his mind. if it brings a smile like that to klavier's face, why on earth would he ever want to stop?
he crosses his arms, glancing away with what he thinks is an unimpressed, but really, he just looks like he's trying to hold back his own laughter.) Well, glad to know you supposedly know what your ass hitting the ice feels like, same as the rest of us plebes.
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he tries not to make it too obvious how he's attempting to glance at what bits of klavier's face he can still see behind that hand, and suddenly, every jab about him being cynical or unapproachable die out in his mind. if it brings a smile like that to klavier's face, why on earth would he ever want to stop?
he crosses his arms, glancing away with what he thinks is an unimpressed, but really, he just looks like he's trying to hold back his own laughter.) Well, glad to know you supposedly know what your ass hitting the ice feels like, same as the rest of us plebes.
(and what an ass it is FUCK.)