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“Brother noooooo…” Comes the soft, muffled, whine of someone who has now pressed his face against the door. “Brother why.”

          “...Go away, Klavier!”

There’s a sigh as he turns from the door, a finger wrapped around the phone cord as he tugs at it in annoyance.

Let's sway you could look into my eyes Let's sway under the moonlight, this serious moonlight If you say run, I'll run with you If you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall Into my arms And tremble like a flower

@balladoftruth

And Klavier did not think this was a bad idea. He thought this was a very, very cute idea. Even more so when Apollo started laughing and writing as soon as Klavier moved downward.

And then he did not think it was a good idea when he took a kneecap to the face and flew backwards off the bed, landing awkwardly on his upper back.

And it was an even worse idea when the blood spatter got on his glasses and down the wrong way into his nostrils and his cheeks.

He stood up, sputtering and wiping at his face, looking for a moment in horror before bursting into the stupidest laughter ever elicted from the man.

Apollo didn’t want to look. He knew he had hit something in Klavier’s face (he wasn’t sure if it had been his nose or his chin) and he knew it had been so strong that the man had literally flopped onto the floor. His hands were almost stuck to his face as he mumbled all kinds of swear words, mostly aimed towards himself. 

What he wasn’t expecting at all was the burst of laughter from the prosecutor, his hands flew off his face as fast as lightning and he sat up on the bed. He had never heard that kind of laugh from him, it was something completely new from him. Needless to say he had loved it. Well, he realized later that he had liked it, because his first thought was mostly to jump towards him and wipe the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

Apollo already knows Klavier is having the worst idea of the day when he suddenly crawls down. Why this out of all the things he can do to show affection? - Non on o no nononono - He cries out, already writhing just by imagining the ticklish feeling. - Please, anything but that! 

Then... then might we make a promise? One friend t-to another?

> You’re hesitant to call him a friend. He was your boss. You weren’t supposed to be friends with your boss. Well- not close friends. Acquaintance was more appropriate. Still... It was tradition for bosses and subordinates to go to izakaya and have a few beers together. Maybe you want nostalgia for the days where you were a detective...

> You feel the pressure on your back, but not the warmth itself. You wonder if robots felt like this. Stiff and wooden with only the basics of humanity in them. If your back were not so scarred, you would be able to feel his hand and the warmth from it. It might even be pleasurable. As it is, you’re regretting threatening him. But... But if you pushed yourself away, maybe he’d stay away.

> Not so. Not with his statement. His logic is strange but you can understand it, in a weird way. ‘I trust you because I shouldn’t.’ It works for him. That’s the only thing you know. You smile, though he can’t see it.

Maybe you’re r-r-right. Maybe you’re c-c-crazy. 

I ain’t really in da mood- prety sure youse got enough people dat’ll sate yer sex itch.