Apollo Justice was simple. Klavier had concluded this from their courtroom battles, and how despite the obvious answers Apollo would still seem surprised. Simple shouldn't be confused with stupid, though. Stupid, Apollo was not. The stupid do not have the ability to bluff their way out of a tough corner, and somehow bring the truth with them. He just had a sort of… linear way of thinking. However, he was dense. And that density is what brought him into this.
Klavier had not been given an invitation to join the festivities. He tended to do that, just show up wherever, whenever he wanted. he strolled into the garishly decorated agency, playing his air guitar softly. The bright blue lights strung over the entrance to the office lobby turned his blond hair a sharp green, and made his tangerine-tan blush to a color slightly more human. He peered around the room from the doorway, not bothering to announce his presence. He was a rockstar prosecutor; he'd be noticed soon enough. Or would've been if anyone was there. The clutter that typically floundered around the agency was piled into a corner of cheap plastic magician's paraphernalia and discarded houseshoes. The couch was empty, the kitchen was empty, the entire apartment seemed abandoned, aside from the lights strung up inside the house, and the soft rock playing from a stereo in another room.
Was he early? He was sure he'd heard Herr Wright say eight. Klavier put his air guitar away for the moment and seriously began to search the small office building. He strolled into Herr Wright's workroom, which seemed significantly more organized than the living room. He checked the bathroom, the bedroom then all the other rooms. Empty.
Meh... Weirder things had happened than decorated yet vacant apartments. He let out a lazy sigh as he lowered himself onto the couch.
It sure was strange that the office wasn't locked. It's good that he was here so some stranger didn't waltz in and steal…well really the Wright Anything Agency didn't have much to steal, aside from miscellaneous curios. He kept watch anyway. He stretched out his legs and absentmindedly noted the open soda on the side table. The can was shaking. Not enough to fall over, but enough to show the rockstar prosecutor that the floor was moving, vibrating in a steady pattern. Someone else was inside the agency.
"Klavier?!"
...Or coming up the stairs.
"Ah guten nacht, Herr Forehead. How are we this magical evening?" Klavier replied as he turned towards the doorway.
"...Prosecutor Gavin what are you doing here?" Apollo asked incredulously. He was dressed informally for once, in a dark red hoodie and jeans, and was holding a bag of tortilla chips in one hand and a jar of salsa in the other.
"I was strolling along, and thought I'd stop by. You have a lovely little place here, Herr Forehead. I like the decorations," He lied smoothly, flipping his bangs out of his face. It was almost sickening how charming he thought he was. Apollo was not convinced nor impressed.
"Do you think you maybe shouldn't be trespassing? Especially into a lawyer's office?"
Klavier 'tsk'-ed.
"Lucky you're a defense attorney then Polly. The door was wide open."
Apollo started. Trucy, Mr. you Wright, and Athena, were bad enough, but this guy too? That nickname needed to die. And quickly. Apollo set the jar and chips down onto the side table.
"Herr Forehead is bad enough," He grumbled. Klavier laughed.
"So the door was open you say?" Apollo asked, "and you take that as an invitation to enter?"
"Well that and the raging party," Klavier stated facetiously.
Apollo rubbed the bridge of his nose, then plopped on the couch next to Klavier, extending his feet on the coffee table. Klavier noted the disappointed droop of Apollo's rabbit ears.
"Where's Herr Wright?" Klavier asked.
Apollo shrugged. "He told me eight," he muttered.
"Ah well," Klavier sighed then grinned cheekily. " Perhaps we can say this was a chance encounter."
"There was nothing chancey about it, you just showed up."
Then the front door slammed shut. They both jolted, examining the door with their eyes.
"I suppose this apartment isn't as empty as I thought," Prosecutor Gavin murmured before standing, tossing his hair over his shoulder. Strolling to the front door, he peered through the peephole.
"No one Herr Forehead. Must've been the wind," Klavier stated with a smile Apollo assumed others thought was charming.
"WIth that much force? Not likely. That door is solid." Apollo retorted with a huff. Slamming his feet on bare ground he reached for his salsa and cracked it open.
"Are you not concerned, Polly?"
"It's probably Athena playing some prank or whatever."
"A fake party?"
"Trapping us in a room."
"Nein. I don't think this is her style."
Apollo harrumphed and munched on his chips, propping his feet on the coffee table once more.
"You be surprised. She's been reading a lot of yaoi and murder mysteries lately."
Prosecutor Gavin hummed thoughtfully, before pulling on the door.
Clank.
He yanked again.
Clank.
Apollo looked up.
"Has this been barricaded somehow?" Klavier asked incredulously. The sturdy door, was unlocked but unmoving.
"I'm going to check the window," Apollo said. He stood once more brushing crumbs from his jeans, then moved to the office.
Prosecutor Gavin finally gave up on the door and propped himself on the wall humming along with the tune playing.
"Is someone playing a pra-?" He sang.
He was interrupted by the office door slamming open on insulated drywall.
Apollo looked pale and terrified, brown eyes murky and his palm visibly shook on the doorframe. But when their eyes met a pulse of relief softened his gaze.
"Good you're alive. Now, get in here," Apollo hissed, dislodging his "ears" with a hand through his hair.
Klavier opted to not joke and obediently follow.