You know, for being my words, you sure aren't arguing the opposite. Are you trying to say something here, Apollo?
[Klavier's conversation continues as he sways back and forth, making his way past the kitchen and towards the hall.]
Are you trying to say that my sheets are gaudy, in your words? Because....
[He smiles, putting his chin on top of Apollo's head while he rounds the corner, passing the closet and making his way to the room(his own), just a little further down.
This is what he liked most--the little moments where he didn't feel like he had to perform. Where he could waddle like a malfunctioning penguin and complain about Apollo's complaining about his sheets. Where he could see Apollo attempt to mask that laughter behind his hand.]
It's going to be very hard for you to get in the mood with such gaudy sheets, I'd think.
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[Klavier's conversation continues as he sways back and forth, making his way past the kitchen and towards the hall.]
Are you trying to say that my sheets are gaudy, in your words? Because....
[He smiles, putting his chin on top of Apollo's head while he rounds the corner, passing the closet and making his way to the room(his own), just a little further down.
This is what he liked most--the little moments where he didn't feel like he had to perform. Where he could waddle like a malfunctioning penguin and complain about Apollo's complaining about his sheets. Where he could see Apollo attempt to mask that laughter behind his hand.]
It's going to be very hard for you to get in the mood with such gaudy sheets, I'd think.