Authors note: I don't own the Ace Attorney series nor anything else written in here.
Apollo cursed there only being one sofa in the Gavin Law Offices, sometimes. Normally it was when Klavier came to visit, and fell asleep on the only comfortable seat bar Kristoph's. The young defence attorney was perched precariously on the arm of the sofa, the sleeping German spread out over it. Kristoph was pacing up and down, every so often taking a glance out of the tinted window, a little annoyed. He could hear the noise from outside, they all could. The screaming fan girls that came every time Klavier visited, along with the journalists and photographers that wanted to catch the big scandal of why he was going to a defence attorney, seemingly forgetting the two were related. How he could sleep through it all, no-one really knew. Maybe he was safe in the thought that Kristoph would scare them off long enough to escape. Whatever it was, he was sound asleep.
"...Justice, would you please wake my brother?" Kristoph stopped pacing, and sat behind his desk, turning his irritation towards the files and bags of evidence neatly packed away, reorganising them with an almost venomous anger. Apollo nodded, and prodded the prosecutor several times. He rolled over, muttering something in German. Apollo glanced at Kristoph, and shook Klavier's shoulder quickly. The next thing he knew, he had been pulled from the arm of the sofa, and was lying next to the German, an arm clamped around him.
"...Eeeeeeeek!" He let out a loud yell, and tried to push himself away. Klavier opened his eyes and yawned, just in time to watch Apollo tumble to the floor.
"...Morning, Herr Forehead." He gave a grin. "...What's got you surprised so early?"
"W-W-What? This... You-" Before he had time to formulate a reply, Kristoph interrupted him.
"Early? It's nothing of the sort. And by the way, your little mob's outside."
"Oh? So they are. No chance of breakfast coming with the bed, ja?" Kristoph's glare told him he was pushing his luck a little. "...Okay, okay. No need to look like that, Kris." Smoothing down his ruffled hair, he got up, stepping carefully over Apollo. "Well, auf Wiedersehen." He started to move towards the door.
"Klavier, need I remind you that my office is not a free hotel, and that every time you come, that mob blocks out potential clients." Kristoph said, without looking up.
"Aw, Kris, you know our parents taught us to share."
"They also taught us not to force our responsibilities onto others."
"Ja, ja... Aber, it's not going to stop me visiting." Klavier grinned again, and this time left the room. A few seconds later, they heard the screaming become even louder, and then the roar of a motorbike. Then, it quietened down.
"Justice? You can get up now."
"Ah? R-right, sir!"