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"Miss Skye, Prosecutor Gavin... I was asked to have you two look at this."

No response.

"…Miss Skye? Mr. Gavin?"

Nothing.

Apollo clutched the file in his hands in frustration, "…You're ignoring me."

"Is that so?"

"Oh my. Terribly sorry."

Of course you are… Apollo thought bitterly. "So will you please look at these…?"

Again, no response.

Apollo could feel his eye twitching watching the snacking Detective and guitar strumming Prosecutor. Before he could complain, the mildly loud sound of nearing boots clacking followed by the young professional-magician-assistant, Trucy making her appearance, interrupted.

"Hi Ema!" She greeted the Detective.

"Hey Trucy." Ema replied.

"Hi Mr. Klavier!" She said with the same glee to the Prosecutor.

"Wie geht's, Fräulein?"

Apollo's eyes narrowed. Why did you reply to her?!

"Hey, Polly, did you give them that report?" Trucy asked.

"Report? Nein, I can't say we've gotten it. Herr Forehead?" Klavier answered for him, amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah, hand it over. It could be important." Ema said dully, contradicted by her eyes mischief. She even reached out her free hand that wasn't exploring the half empty snackoos bag.

Apollo, doing his best to keep composer muttered through his gritting teeth, "I tried to give it to you. You two didn't respond."

Ema shrugged her shoulders and down another snack, "Oh? I didn't here anyone call us."

Apollo crossed his eyes, "But I did say—"

"True Liebe," Klavier cut in. "I didn't hear a 'Hey, Ema' or an 'Oh, Sexy-god-of-rock—"

Ema elbowed him.

"—or a 'Hey, Klavier'." He corrected himself, ignoring the pain in his stomach.

Trucy blinked, not following. Apollo simply glared, taking in the immaturity.

"So… you ignored me because I used your professional titles instead of your first names…?" His voice seeping with annoyance.

Klavier and Ema nodded.

Apollo sighed, "Fine. Ema, Klavier, I have a report for you two to look over!" He said throwing the file on the desk and excusing himself from the office scarcely holding on to the last bit of composure and sanity he had left.

Trucy blinked watching him leave from her place near the doorway, "...What?"

Hahahahaaa, written in literally thirty minutes... I'm going to bed now. (R&R if you want)