#acepollo

[outgoing text]: lol[outgoing text]: sounds hard[outgoing text]: dont die

[text] fuck you too asshole

ace strolled into the shower rooms at seven pm, towel in hand. he preferred being a night shower-er since less people tended to crowd the shower rooms at night. he stepped into one of the stalls and pulled over the curtain. ace was just about to turn on the water when he heard a voice singing from the stall next to his. “i know you want it, the thing that makes me, what the guys go crazy for!” ace had to cover his mouth to stop a loud laugh escaping. poor guy, he thought, probably didn’t think anyone else was in the showers at that time. after another few lines of singing ace began to recognise the voice of the mysterious and oh-so talented singer- but surely it couldn’t be apollo. “my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard- and they’re like, it’s better than yours!” the musician continued to boom and ace couldn’t couldn’t contain the chuckle that left his lips when he came to the realization that it was apollo. he silently cursed himself for not bringing his phone so that he could record the whole thing. as he turned on his shower ace decided that he wouldn’t announce his presence to poor apollo just yet, but he would bring it up at a later time when apollo wasn’t expecting it and tease him about it. preferably in front of people.