✺ - // A P O L L O

Avery: Well, I've got a full charge on my phone if that's comforting at all?

Avery: Haha I know right. I'm pretty proud of myself right about now.

Avery: Wish you were here though. They have this fire pole, I'm still trying to get the nerve to go down it.

Apollo: Ah man, I'm at like 70%. I have my mobile charger though.

Apollo: I'd so pat you on the back if I was there.

Avery: I'll be here all day haha.

Avery: Yikes. Well, stay low dude. Watch out for any crazies. And more importantly when 10:04 hits, don't get struck by lightning like the clocktower did in Back to the Future.

Apollo: Good, I need the distraction

Avery: Delorean. Forget Dr. Who. More like whose that?

Avery: Keep dreaming.

Avery: Is all good. I'm safe if that's what you're asking. I'm at the Fire station. You're good right?

Apollo: LOL dude. Insert foghorn noise here.

Avery: Yep you didn't know? I have in my possession a time machine.

Avery: If we're going to do that, might as well play ding dong ditch.

Avery: Psh the only fighting we'll be doing is in Street Fighter. You know the game.

Apollo: Delorean or Tardis?

Apollo: You know I can't pass up ding dong ditch. Yeah yeah I know but I will use Chun Li to kick your ass into oblivion.

Avery: Friend foul indeed.

Avery: Who keeps an address book? Not me!

Avery: Let's take it to the streets.

Apollo: Friend foul? What is this 1500?

Apollo: Neither do I but we can take it door to door or phone call

✺ - // apollo coughed up a laugh himself. “yeah but it got you to smile so mission accomplished.” his cheeks still burned, both embarrassed and flattered. he knew something seemed a bit off, despite his satisfied tone. maybe he wasn’t into dudes. usually this scenario flipped, where apollo played the coy lothario. then the girl would blush and he would get her number and so on. she’d tell him upfront if she was gay or taken. oh shit, maybe this guy was taken. “yeah, talk to you later.” he took the flyer back and sighed, knowing he needed to say one more thing. “i’m -- sorry if i came on too strong. i’m an idiot.”

Avery: Are you calling me a liar now? Foul dude.

Avery: Psh you're just biased.

Avery: We need a true test. Let's take a poll, ask some unbiased peeps.

Apollo: Maybe I am, maybe I'm not

Apollo: Yeah okay who are we even gonna poll

✺ - // “i’ll take olive them.” apollo shot finger guns. “get it, because olives.” internally he cringed at the stupidity of his explanation. the number one rule of comedy was to never explain a joke. the compliment fueled the burn in his cheeks, now noticeably scarlet. “oh god. yikes.” he muttered to himself. fingers crossed costa didn’t hear it. usually apollo played the shameless flirt, but now he melted like butter under the sun. “sure, man.” apollo rummaged through his bag, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and handed costa more fliers. “thank you so much, man. i appreciate your help.” a horrible realization hit him. “wait, i think my phone is dead. can you scribble your number on one of the papers ? i’ll put you in my contacts as soon as i can.”

Avery: Psh. Nope. I'm at a complete stop.

Avery: I have screenshots. Proof. The proof is real.

Apollo: Fake news, fake reciepts

Avery: Because it wasn't a choice. It was either this or that!

Avery: See you know you're cheating lol.

Apollo: Nuh uh uh, shift this car in reverse