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[The comment is almost laughable, but Klavier holds himself back for his boyfriend's (a word that still makes Apollo blush like a virgin) pride. The man was stubborn, always making sure that even with his stuff lying about the apartment, stuff Klavier had to put up himself to give a visual example of how their relationship was. Klavier and Apollo together, not just Klavier giving Apollo room to breathe.
But maybe that's what had attracted him to Apollo in the first place. It was that persistence that made him come to respect and admire the man. And just like in court, Apollo's stubbornness showed through, pretty insistent that Klavier go first in their home. A kind gesture, but one he knows is out of feeling inadequate than just overall politeness.
He chuckles, bringing his ringed hand to his face and smiling beneath it.]
And what is your occupation, Apollo Justice? Have you taken up being a barista without telling me?
(while apollo's stubbornness might be one of his strong points at times, in this situation, he's being downright impossible and even stupid. the worst part is, he knows that. he's well aware of how he puts up walls when invited into other people's living spaces, never quite being able to jump the hurdle of letting himself go and really integrate in an apartment with more than just himself. and he so wants to be considered an irreplaceable part of klavier's living space.
and though he isn't always the best at expressing himself, deep down, his love of klavier has grown all the larger as he does his best to make it seem as though this truly is apollo's home, as if he's always lived there. that the thought of anything less should never even be considered.
more than that, he wishes he was able to tell klavier why he is the way he is. but that's too much emotional baggage to just unpack out of nowhere on someone. maybe not today. or tomorrow. but someday, he'll be honest with klavier. and properly express how much love he feels by klavier going out of his way like this.
of course, that doesn't mean he's about to budge on the shower. there's a downright pout at klavier's little jab at him, crossing his arms, and his spikes are almost wiggling in reaction to his emotional state.) No, you know I hate coffee. But I'm off work tomorrow, and, well, you're not, and I shouldn't keep you up...
[There's a soft, but not upset sigh at Apollo's words. As if he were finally realizing just who he was speaking to--and that he should know better than to stand in the way of Apollo's stubbornness. But Klavier was not stupid--and far craftier than Apollo ever gave him credit for sometimes.]
You're right.
Time is of the essence, as they say.
[A hand goes to open the door, feigning like Apollo had won the argument for just a moment. The latch clicks inside the door and opens up. But Klavier's opposite hand raises up and firmly plants itself on Apollo's shoulder, giving a strong (but not overly forceful) push to stumble him into the bathroom.
But since they'd already used up so much time debating this (and maybe just satisfying his own interests), he closes the door behind them, putting them both into that washroom.]
Which is why--[He snaps his fingers]
I just thought of an amazing idea. We'll both take one, together.
(he thinks maybe that’s the end of it, that klavier caved and finally decided to go first, even if the sigh gave apollo the impression that he’s being… difficult again. he’s about to apologize for just that, being stubborn and difficult and all the things he knows he shouldn’t be.
until klavier gives him a gentle shove into the bathroom, and it catches him so off guard, he almost trips over his own two feet as he clumsily stumbles into the bathroom and has to catch himself on the sink so as not to make even more of a fool of himself.
he’s this close to retorting, saying something about how you don’t just shove people into bathrooms like that. but a simple snap of his fingers, just how klavier does in the courtroom, and apollo is silenced into listening to his proposal. and thinking on it, apollo is well aware that it’s not a bad idea. it’s actually far more convenient, and it’ll save a little water.
apollo isn’t even going to pretend the idea of seeing klavier in the shower isn’t something he’d die to see.
he sets his items on the bathroom counter, rubbing the back of his neck, his own nervous tic when he’s not entirely sure of something. glancing between the bathroom and klavier, almost shy, before eventually clearing his throat to answer.) Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. I don’t want to intrude or anything.
I think I'm sure of an idea if I propose it, Herr Forehead.
[A finger juts out to playfully poke at the man's exposed forehead, pressing it just a little before leaning in to kiss his nose. He knows Apollo would guilt himself into thinking of a reason why this was a burden on Klavier even though he had thought of the idea, so he'll be a little more clear.]
I like spending time with you, you know. I want to. [And as if that was the final say on the matter, he's quick to grab a his comb and pull it through his hair, splitting the gold locks like a tapestry as it unwinds into a long, flowing waterfall of gold. Whatever arguments Apollo may have on the matter, it doesn't look like Klavier's open for rebuttal. He does, however, have to take his makeup off, and gives a small smile of apology as he inches over towards the sink.]
It might take a few minutes. Could you start it up for us?
[He grabs a tissue and some makeup remover, tilting his body over the sink to make sure he can see clearly in the mirror.]
(there’s a retort at the ready on the tip of his tongue, prepared to argue this even just a little longer. but a gentle kiss on his nose is all it takes for the words to dissipate from his mind. it leaves apollo standing there and gazing at klavier as he goes through the motions of his nightly routine, as though it’s natural for apollo to be a part of it.
then again, he knows deep down that’s the purpose of all this. easing apollo into his life as quickly as possible, making him a part of everything klavier does. and hearing that klavier wants to spend time with him…
one would think after months of dating, apollo would be used to confessions like this. but he’s still quite frequently caught off guard, stunned into an embarrassed and blushing silence from the affection.
he wouldn’t be able to start a fight now if he tried, instead opting for a silent nod as he moves to get the water running for their shower. their shower. that’s another thing that’ll take some getting used to if it becomes the norm. apollo turns to klavier, a few soft “um”s to get his attention as he points to the running water.) How hot do you want it? If you take hot showers, I mean.
(apollo, personally, is more accustomed to colder showers. but he’s willing to forego that altogether for klavier if need be. apollo would do anything for klavier without hesitation. loving someone that much… it does scare him, sometimes. but not now.)
[It was something that Klavier had already accepted into his life. Apollo, no matter how many times it caught HIM off guard, had eased into Klavier's life like a hand into a well-fit glove. He never had any problems with Apollo's lifestyle conforming to his--when you were a musician, especially in a band, you learned to live with other people who had vastly different lifestyles than you. Klavier's patience for anything not related to a performance itself was something vastly underrated. His go-with-the-flow attitude really wasn't just an act.
So he starts taking his make up off, getting the wipes out and starting to peel off the many layers of it that he put on each morning. He'd be lost in his own world if not for the second or third 'um', to which he blinks and turns his head towards the man.
Was something wrong?
His relief when Apollo asks the question, smiling and tilting his head playfully.]
Lukewarm sound alright? Hot water dries your skin out too much, in my opinion.
[And he might've gathered that Apollo's showers were the cold kind--when he went in after him on occasion, the water wasn't already warm when he'd turned it on.]
(it stuns him, sometimes, how easily klavier accepts all of apollo without question. it’s as if he welcomes all the flaws and imperfections apollo brings with him, loving every little bit of apollo that comes into his life, even if they aren’t the most ideal of traits. nothing ever seemed to remotely upset him, and this is after apollo is well aware of how much he’s been overreacting over the entire situation. it wasn’t even as if klavier just didn’t care about issues thrown at them, but rather than ignore them altogether, he instead finds a way to work around them, in a fashion that benefits both parties.
that’s the part that still gets apollo’s heart racing. how unhesitatingly welcoming klavier can be, especially to apollo. the playful look he’s given gets a blush rising on his cheeks, his attention immediately jerking back to check on the water and raise the temperature just enough to klavier’s liking.
it’s embarrassing how a simple look from klavier turns him into a blushing school girl, even more so when klavier wasn’t flirting with him. he was just… his usual beautiful and kind self. he’ll blame it on the intimacy of what they’re about to do. yeah.
he clears his throat, occasionally swishing a hand under the water to gauge the temperature, judging if it would be too hot for klavier’s apparently delicate skin.) Does it? I’ve never really been much of a skin care person…
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But maybe that's what had attracted him to Apollo in the first place. It was that persistence that made him come to respect and admire the man. And just like in court, Apollo's stubbornness showed through, pretty insistent that Klavier go first in their home. A kind gesture, but one he knows is out of feeling inadequate than just overall politeness.
He chuckles, bringing his ringed hand to his face and smiling beneath it.]
And what is your occupation, Apollo Justice? Have you taken up being a barista without telling me?
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and though he isn't always the best at expressing himself, deep down, his love of klavier has grown all the larger as he does his best to make it seem as though this truly is apollo's home, as if he's always lived there. that the thought of anything less should never even be considered.
more than that, he wishes he was able to tell klavier why he is the way he is. but that's too much emotional baggage to just unpack out of nowhere on someone. maybe not today. or tomorrow. but someday, he'll be honest with klavier. and properly express how much love he feels by klavier going out of his way like this.
of course, that doesn't mean he's about to budge on the shower. there's a downright pout at klavier's little jab at him, crossing his arms, and his spikes are almost wiggling in reaction to his emotional state.) No, you know I hate coffee. But I'm off work tomorrow, and, well, you're not, and I shouldn't keep you up...
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You're right.
Time is of the essence, as they say.
[A hand goes to open the door, feigning like Apollo had won the argument for just a moment. The latch clicks inside the door and opens up. But Klavier's opposite hand raises up and firmly plants itself on Apollo's shoulder, giving a strong (but not overly forceful) push to stumble him into the bathroom.
But since they'd already used up so much time debating this (and maybe just satisfying his own interests), he closes the door behind them, putting them both into that washroom.]
Which is why--[He snaps his fingers]
I just thought of an amazing idea. We'll both take one, together.
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until klavier gives him a gentle shove into the bathroom, and it catches him so off guard, he almost trips over his own two feet as he clumsily stumbles into the bathroom and has to catch himself on the sink so as not to make even more of a fool of himself.
he’s this close to retorting, saying something about how you don’t just shove people into bathrooms like that. but a simple snap of his fingers, just how klavier does in the courtroom, and apollo is silenced into listening to his proposal. and thinking on it, apollo is well aware that it’s not a bad idea. it’s actually far more convenient, and it’ll save a little water.
apollo isn’t even going to pretend the idea of seeing klavier in the shower isn’t something he’d die to see.
he sets his items on the bathroom counter, rubbing the back of his neck, his own nervous tic when he’s not entirely sure of something. glancing between the bathroom and klavier, almost shy, before eventually clearing his throat to answer.) Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. I don’t want to intrude or anything.
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[A finger juts out to playfully poke at the man's exposed forehead, pressing it just a little before leaning in to kiss his nose. He knows Apollo would guilt himself into thinking of a reason why this was a burden on Klavier even though he had thought of the idea, so he'll be a little more clear.]
I like spending time with you, you know. I want to. [And as if that was the final say on the matter, he's quick to grab a his comb and pull it through his hair, splitting the gold locks like a tapestry as it unwinds into a long, flowing waterfall of gold. Whatever arguments Apollo may have on the matter, it doesn't look like Klavier's open for rebuttal. He does, however, have to take his makeup off, and gives a small smile of apology as he inches over towards the sink.]
It might take a few minutes. Could you start it up for us?
[He grabs a tissue and some makeup remover, tilting his body over the sink to make sure he can see clearly in the mirror.]
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then again, he knows deep down that’s the purpose of all this. easing apollo into his life as quickly as possible, making him a part of everything klavier does. and hearing that klavier wants to spend time with him…
one would think after months of dating, apollo would be used to confessions like this. but he’s still quite frequently caught off guard, stunned into an embarrassed and blushing silence from the affection.
he wouldn’t be able to start a fight now if he tried, instead opting for a silent nod as he moves to get the water running for their shower. their shower. that’s another thing that’ll take some getting used to if it becomes the norm. apollo turns to klavier, a few soft “um”s to get his attention as he points to the running water.) How hot do you want it? If you take hot showers, I mean.
(apollo, personally, is more accustomed to colder showers. but he’s willing to forego that altogether for klavier if need be. apollo would do anything for klavier without hesitation. loving someone that much… it does scare him, sometimes. but not now.)
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So he starts taking his make up off, getting the wipes out and starting to peel off the many layers of it that he put on each morning. He'd be lost in his own world if not for the second or third 'um', to which he blinks and turns his head towards the man.
Was something wrong?
His relief when Apollo asks the question, smiling and tilting his head playfully.]
Lukewarm sound alright? Hot water dries your skin out too much, in my opinion.
[And he might've gathered that Apollo's showers were the cold kind--when he went in after him on occasion, the water wasn't already warm when he'd turned it on.]
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that’s the part that still gets apollo’s heart racing. how unhesitatingly welcoming klavier can be, especially to apollo. the playful look he’s given gets a blush rising on his cheeks, his attention immediately jerking back to check on the water and raise the temperature just enough to klavier’s liking.
it’s embarrassing how a simple look from klavier turns him into a blushing school girl, even more so when klavier wasn’t flirting with him. he was just… his usual beautiful and kind self. he’ll blame it on the intimacy of what they’re about to do. yeah.
he clears his throat, occasionally swishing a hand under the water to gauge the temperature, judging if it would be too hot for klavier’s apparently delicate skin.) Does it? I’ve never really been much of a skin care person…