#simpollo

Simon just smiled, one hand raised to his chin in careful thought. The blood was starting to raise to Apollo's face, his shoulders tensing the slightest bit more and the brunette was starting to feel sore.

"Justice-dono, calm down." Simon spoke again, not so subtly attempting to stifle a laugh. Apollo might have been imagining it when he saw Taka mirror the motion. He didn't have time to contemplate it longer when Simon hooked an arm around Apollo's small form, pulling him close enough that they bumped together and Apollo's head was practically buzzing.

"Wh-what is it?" The attorney's normally strong voice came out a pathetic whimper - he was done for. His brain was ceasing function, caught up in the oh no he's hot and oh god he's getting way too close and Simon's unbreaking stare.

"Taka," Simon turned his head to the hawk, reaching up and holding his hand ready. Taka moved without a sound, reaching under their wing momentarily. The hawk returned with two large feathers, one slightly larger than the other, and Apollo's panic was swiftly overtaken by utter confusion. Simon took them in hand, smiling down at the attorney again. And he held the feather up, right to Apollo's hair horns -

"Look at that. Perfect match." Simon chuckled, Apollo gawking in return. He regained enough of his senses to roughly shove the prosecutor away with a frustrated shout.

"Oh, come on!" Apollo yelled, his face still hot with embarrassment and only getting worse. "That's not funny!" He had a distinct feeling that everything - his flushed face, his meek posture compared to Simon, and the hair - Simon wasn't taking him seriously for a second.