[It was a request Klavier had hoped for--something that would allow a clear, concise answer that Apollo couldn't wrap his doubts around like a snake and squeeze any hope out of them. He smiles, setting his bag down as gently as he'd picked it up, blue eyes practically twinkling in the harsh lighting of the rink. It was late, and to be honest, he was a little tired in his bones from all the skating he'd done. 'Klavier Gavin, YOU get tired?' people would say. As if people were shocked that he was a human with fatigue just like the rest of them.
Something he sort of feels like Apollo thinks, but then again, he was the first person to ever be openly sarcastic to him that wasn't Daryan. How long had it been since he could joke around like that...
Klavier sits down next to his bag, leaning over to start untying the laces to his skates nonchalantly, the smile ever present and his tone as even as ever.]
I would love to.
[And as reassurance, he looks up at him, smiling.]
Not as a judge or a fellow competitor, but just to enjoy seeing someone else on the ice for once.
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Something he sort of feels like Apollo thinks, but then again, he was the first person to ever be openly sarcastic to him that wasn't Daryan. How long had it been since he could joke around like that...
Klavier sits down next to his bag, leaning over to start untying the laces to his skates nonchalantly, the smile ever present and his tone as even as ever.]
I would love to.
[And as reassurance, he looks up at him, smiling.]
Not as a judge or a fellow competitor, but just to enjoy seeing someone else on the ice for once.