March 7, 6:48 PM
Wright Anything Agency
"Evening," Klavier said, taking out his headphones as Athena and Apollo burst through the door of the agency. He seemed to be in a good mood, to Apollo's relief.
" Prosecutor Gavin I'm so sorry this was entirely my fault so please don't blame Apollo -" Athena began to ramble quickly as Apollo walked into the agency behind her with a bright yellow towel around his shoulders, feeling significantly less panicked than his companion.
He was sure they looked ridiculous. They were both dripping water onto the carpet- Athena had dry clothes and wet hair, he had dry hair and wet clothes, and a now-damp towel was the only thing stopping Apollo from shivering from the cold.
"It was only, like, 85% her fault. I did agree," Apollo admitted sheepishly, out of breath from climbing the stairs up to the agency.
"Thanks for your spirited defense, buddy," Athena grumbled, accented by a crack of thunder from outside.
Klavier laughed. "I see why you called to warn me not to let him into my car. Did you two investigate a crime scene?"
"You're not angry. Like, at all." Athena seemed shocked, silently mouthing a "wow" when Klavier shook his head.
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. You had to wait on us, he's soaking wet, and I talked him into walking a few miles when he's supposed to be resting."
Klavier shrugged. "I'm hardly worried about his illness at this point, and he's had to cope with my lack of punctuality for the past two weeks. And you kindly insisted I sit in the agency and do paperwork while I waited."
"...I honestly can't believe you're a prosecutor." Athena turned to shoot Apollo a look that pretty clearly said marry him before she turned back to Klavier. "But no, we weren't at a crime scene. We, uh…"
"Went apartment hunting," Apollo finished.
Klavier seemed surprised. "Did you tell her, too?" he asked Apollo.
"I mean, I told her I was looking for an apartment close to the agency," Apollo replied, hoping he would get the hint that Athena didn't know as much as Trucy.
He did. "Ah. Did you find one?"
"Wait, we gotta tell the story," Athena said. "But first, does anyone else want tea? Because I'm freezing my butt off, and Apollo has my only clean towel."
"Sorry. But hey, at least you have dry clothes. And yeah, tea sounds nice."
"I would love tea, fraulein. And I must say I'm interested in hearing this story."
"It really wasn't that exciting," Apollo added as a bit of a disclaimer.
"Perhaps not compared to some of your other life experiences." Klavier smirked, and Apollo shot him a warning glare. "But I'm certainly curious about this one."
"Okay. So, in our defense, we had absolutely nothing to do today. We couldn't even go help Trucy with her show, because we've been officially banned from Penrose Theater until her dress rehearsal so we don't have the magic spoiled for us. Mr. Wright probably got banned, too, but I have no idea where he is." Athena picked up the teapot with a disgruntled expression.
"Probably on one of his secret missions," Apollo contributed.
"Maybe. Regardless of where he was, it wasn't here. So I cleaned for, like, five hours, and by then I was so bored I couldn't stand it anymore." She ducked into the bathroom to fill up the teapot with water.
Klavier's eyes scanned the room. "If this is what your agency looks after five hours of cleaning, I'm not sure if I want to know what it looked like beforehand." It didn't look especially terrible, but it definitely didn't look tidy. Not that Klavier was a particularly organized person himself.
"Oh, she spent most of the time dusting and alphabetizing the bookshelves. You know, the priorities," Apollo said with a grin, making Klavier laugh.
"I mean, Apollo and I cleaned up our own things, but the majority of the clutter is Trucy's. And I'm not touching any of Trucy's props with a ten foot pole. Ever since Myriam Scuttlebutt sliced open Hugh's hand for snooping, I've been waiting for a knife to come at me any time I touch anyone else's stuff."
Apollo smirked. "That's not necessarily a bad thing."
"Wow, thanks," she huffed, pretending to be insulted. "So after cleaning everything within my domain, I realized that Apollo had been in the other room for a solid two hours, and when I went to bother him about making me clean everything by myself, I found him looking up apartments."
"With pretty much no luck. Trying to find a place that was close by, pet friendly, and within my price range was pretty much impossible." Apollo crossed his arms. The closest option within his budget that would take in Calico was 17 miles away, and that was assuming they approved of his disaster of a credit score.
"So I thought my own apartment complex might be a good fit. It didn't have any vacancies listed, but it would be within his price range, assuming I don't get paid more than my senior partner here." She laid her hand on Apollo's shoulder. "Not to mention it's cat friendly, only three miles away, and I'd get to bug him whenever I wanted."
Apollo wasn't sure how he felt about that last part. It wasn't difficult to picture Athena knocking on his door at 5am to ask if he had milk.
"...That does seem like it would be ideal. But you can't exactly create a vacancy simply because you want one," Klavier said with a frown. Apollo and Athena both snickered at that, and Klavier raised one eyebrow. "What did you do?" he asked dryly.
"Oh, we didn't do anything," Apollo said, grinning. "But last week, a tenant just happened to get kicked out of the complex after being convicted of murdering his boss on camera."
Klavier's eyes glittered. "You're kidding."
Athena smacked her fist into her open palm with a slapping sound. "Nope! That meant my landlord was pretty reluctant to put it up for sale. Like, she didn't want to sell it to anyone without warning them who the last owner was, but I'm also sure she didn't want to write in big letters on the internet, 'Hey! We had a murderer living in this apartment complex! Come join our big, happy family!'"
"So, given my complete and utter lack of other options, I felt kinda tempted to investigate, but also kinda obligated not to walk three miles there and three miles back while I'm still trying to recover." That was probably for good reason, given how cold and wet he was now.
"And I said, 'Oh, don't worry! If you collapse on the side of the road, I could always run home and get my car!' I probably should've gotten my car to begin with, but I had a lapse in judgement due to severe feelings of boredom. And hindsight's 20/20, right?" she asked sheepishly. "I mean, I did drive him back here, at least."
"The fact that he considered his health at all is a vast improvement from where he was before." Klavier smiled warmly at Apollo, and for a moment, he forgot how stiff his fingers were and how much water he was dripping onto the floor.
"True. And we honestly would've been fine if the sky hadn't decided to unleash its fury on us like it was trying to extinguish the fires of hell and not the hopes and dreams of its innocent victims," Athena mused.
"...How long were you out in the rain, exactly?" Klavier asked.
"Fifteen minutes, probably. We were already almost at my apartment when the rain picked up. And I swear we were already inside by the time the lightning started, or we would've taken cover inside of a cafe or something like reasonable adults," Athena assured him.
"I can see why you wanted tea. You both must be freezing, ja? It can't be more than 45 degrees outside."
Apollo nodded, and Athena put a hand on her hip. "Yeah. I feel bad for him especially; he didn't have dry clothes to change into once we were in my apartment. All I could really offer him was a towel and a hairdryer." He felt her fingers run through his hair, and he grimaced. "I still can't get over how soft and fluffy his hair is without the gel."
"I'm not sure how I feel about it," Klavier said, looking at him from a distance.
"I know! Like, it's so cute like this, but it doesn't suit him at all."
"All right, that's enough from the peanut gallery," Apollo grumbled.
"Aww, don't be a wet blanket, Apollo!" Athena shot back, tugging on his towel and earning a burst of laughter from Klavier.
"I'd be a dry blanket if I could," Apollo muttered.
"Oh, speaking of freezing our butts off, I think the water's been boiling for a while now," Athena said, looking at the teapot. "What do you guys want? We have earl gray, mint, darjeeling... english breakfast... chai, and vanilla caramel. Ooh, and orange spice," she added quietly, like she was hoping nobody would hear that was an option.
"Chai sounds lovely," Klavier said.
"Which ones are caffeine-free?" Apollo asked. Athena picked up a pouch and examined it.
Klavier clutched his chest in exaggerated shock. "Herr Forehead. Are you actually considering limiting your caffeine intake?"
"It's, like, 7pm! I possess some levels of moderation."
"Last time I checked, caffeine didn't stop a freight train." Klavier smirked, and Apollo snickered.
"I feel like you two are on a totally different plane of existence from me right now," Athena commented, clearly amused. "All right, Apollo. Mint, orange spice, or vanilla caramel?"
"The last one."
"Good, because there was only one of the orange spice left, and I really wanted that one," she said, putting each packet into a mug and pouring the hot water into them. Apollo bit back a retort about how there might be more of the orange spice if she didn't guzzle it by the gallon.
"So, did you ever end up checking out that apartment?" Klavier asked, apparently enjoying her enthusiastic though sporadic storytelling style.
"Oh, right!" Athena grinned. "So we went to go look at it, and my landlord was inside. She seemed pretty stressed, so I told her I had a friend who needed an apartment."
"She immediately confessed that the previous tenant was the same guy you prosecuted last week, which made me laugh. As soon as I explained why I thought that was funny, she seemed to like me," Apollo said, adjusting his towel with a smile.
"Yeah, I don't know which part of 'lawyer with no criminal record who's good friends with a prosecutor' was so appealing," Athena teased.
Apollo thanked her internally for referring to Klavier as a 'good friend' and not a 'special friend' like she'd done repeatedly with her landlord earlier.
"We tested the place with Luminol, and there wasn't any more blood than you might expect from someone accidentally scraping themselves." Not like that would've bothered him too much in the first place, given that he was currently standing about twenty feet from the site of a murder. "And we tested the lights, outlets, faucets, and appliances, and they all worked."
"And your cat is permitted to stay there, you said?" Klavier asked.
Athena giggled. "She said, and I quote: 'As long as you're a halfway decent human being, you and your fluffball can do whatever the hell you want.' Pretty sure she doesn't know what she's getting into with Apollo's chords of steel."
Klavier laughed. "I haven't gotten to experience much of his vocal training due to his current lack of lung capacity. I'm not sure whether this is a relief or a tragedy." He thought for a moment. "Though if he did get noise complaints, I know several things about acoustics."
"Several?" Apollo asked. More like he'd solved several murders with his knowledge of sound.
"Then I'll make sure you know if he's irritating my sensitive ears," Athena told him, taking the tea bags out of the mugs and throwing them into the trash. "Prosecutor Gavin, I hope you aren't too fancy for tea bags. My foster family in Europe would've had my head if they saw me drink anything other than loose leaf."
"I know several people like that, which makes bagged tea all the more satisfying," Klavier replied, and Apollo distinctly recalled seeing a loose-leaf tea infuser in Gavin Law Offices. "And feel free to make use of my first name, if you'd like. 'Prosecutor Gavin' seems oddly formal for someone making me tea."
"I dunno, I think it's the opposite. You're a celebrity; everyone uses your first name. Calling you Prosecutor Gavin makes me feel like some sort of insider."
Klavier chuckled. "You aren't incorrect. But feel free to use whichever you prefer."
"Is that an, 'I'd rather have you call me Klavier but I'll put up with you calling me Prosecutor Gavin' or an 'I honestly don't care?'"
"I have no preference. A Klavier by any other name would smell as sweet."
Apollo would never admit it out loud, but Klavier really did smell nice. He got the distinct impression that Klavier had gone through a women's perfume section trying to find the most androgynous scent possible, but in a good way. There was probably a more romantic way to describe it, but he wasn't much of a poet.
"Was that a Romeo and Juliet reference?" Athena asked, shooting Klavier the grin she usually gave Apollo when she was making fun of him.
"...Not an intentionalone."
She snickered. "That's probably for the best, Juliet. The agency doesn't have the best balcony for professing one's love."
"I think the lack of a Romeo is a bit more significant than the lack of a balcony," Klavier remarked, looking the slightest bit wistful.
Athena's eyes went straight to Apollo. "Eh, I'm sure you'll find him soon," she said with the slightest bounce of her eyebrows. Apollo was glad he didn't have his tea yet, or he probably would've spit it out.
Athena picked up all three mugs of tea in a precarious manner and put them on the coffee table, pointing out which mug was whose. "Wait, let me put a hair tie or something on Apollo's, because they all look pretty much the same. I normally wouldn't care, but I really don't want to catch what he has."
Klavier smirked. "Ah, a friend advised me that his bronchitis is no longer contagious through his saliva. I'm not sure why she felt the need to tell me this information, but…"
Athena squealed with laughter, nearly spilling Apollo's drink in the process. "That is kinda weird," Apollo said, causing Athena to burst into laughter all over again. Klavier seemed amused, too, but Apollo didn't dare ask what was so funny, opting to take his tea before Athena burned him with it.
"So you're going to be getting this apartment, then?" Klavier asked as Athena sat down on the couch. It felt a bit strange to be the only one standing, but he didn't sit with them to avoid soaking the couch.
Apollo nodded. "I think so. I told her I'd sleep on it and tell her my decision tomorrow. I doubt I'd find a better opportunity, if I found another opportunity at all." He'd sort of wanted Klavier's affirmation before buying it, which was kinda weird, in retrospect.
"Pretty sure you aren't going to beat the discount she's giving you on your rent," Athena added.
Apollo nodded slowly and looked up at Klavier, who gave him a reassuring smile.
"But I'm sure it's going to be fun moving all of your furniture," Athena said, frowning. "And by fun, I mean tedious and exhausting. It was really hard for me to get anything inside of my room when I first moved in. The doors are really narrow, and the elevator's pretty small." It was true; the door was only about two feet wide, from what Apollo could remember.
"I've actually already sold most of my old furniture." He'd had about a month's warning before he'd been evicted, which he'd used to sell most of the things he couldn't keep. Not that Athena needed to know that was why he'd sold it.
"It'll be a fresh start," Klavier said with a small smile. "She has a good point, though. How exactly were you planning to furnish your apartment?"
"Um. Not sure. I just knew I needed to get rid of all my old stuff."
Athena frowned. "It sounds like you have a lot of emotional baggage tied to your last apartment. Maybe it's good that you're letting it go."
"You're not wrong," Apollo said, sipping his tea. "But a bed with emotional baggage is still better than sleeping on the floor." Not that he would know. He hadn't slept in a bed in five weeks.
"You could probably find some inexpensive stuff online," Athena suggested. "But then you'd still have to figure out how to get it through the door."
"...He could always go to IKEA," Klavier suggested with a small smile.
Athena laughed a bit. "Good luck with that. Although their stuff would probably work. It's on the higher end of my budget, but still in my budget, and he definitely wouldn't have to worry about the door."
"Um… Isn't IKEA just a furniture store?" Apollo asked.
Athena nodded. "The idea is that you get to see the pieces of furniture in the store and then buy them in boxes so you can assemble them in your own house. But it can be a little… overwhelming."
"It doesn't sound too bad," Apollo said. "Although I can't say I'm an expert at building furniture."
Klavier smiled. "You don't have to do it on your own."
"...Are you trying to get me to ask for help?" Apollo asked, smirking.
"I'm merely pointing out your options. And my availability on Saturday." Klavier stretched his elbows behind him to rest on the back of the couch, and Athena put her mug down so she could cross her arms skeptically.
"If you want to help, you can," Apollo told him.
"No way!" Widget beeped, bright yellow. Athena's astonishment sent her eyebrows up so high that they threatened to jump off her face. "You aren't going to insist on doing it yourself?!"
"...You act like I've never asked for help before."
"I mean, you've asked for help on cases. When your clients were in active danger of lifelong prison sentences. But this is about you. And you aren't even at risk of imprisonment or certain death, here ."
She had a point. And he couldn't exactly make the "Well, Klavier offered to help" argument either, since he'd been actively resisting Klavier's offers of help only a week ago. But this felt different, somehow. "I mean, if he says he wants to help… I trust him."
Apollo was a bit surprised by his own choice in wording, because the concept of trust was a dangerous combination of being both vague and emotionally charged. It wasn't as if he distrusted Klavier, but he wasn't entirely sure what trusting Klavier would entail.
He was right about it being an emotionally charged word, though, because Athena looked like she might cry, and Klavier seemed shocked. "It would be my pleasure."
"You two don't sound like you're talking about moving furniture," Athena mused.
"I don't think we were."
"I mean, I was talking about the furniture," Apollo said, watching Widget turn from a bright green to a dark blue out of the corner of his eye. "But… Not just the furniture…?"
Klavier's eyes met his, as if determining how serious Apollo was. It should've been a heartfelt moment, but Apollo couldn't help but get distracted by those piercing blue eyes. Klavier's gaze softened a bit, probably having confirmed Apollo's sincerity, but he didn't look away.
Apollo was startled out of whatever trance he'd fallen into when the door knob turned. "I wasn't aware pyrotechnics were permitted in-" Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth peered into the room with narrow eyes, taking in the scene critically. "We have company."
Mr. Wright peered over his shoulder into the room. "Huh. I thought the two of you would've gone home by now. ...What's up with Apollo's hair?" he asked with grin.
"Oh, it's the boss! Where have you been?!" Athena asked, springing off the couch.
Mr. Edgeworth seemed unimpressed. "Did you not tell them?"
"It, uh. May have slipped my mind." Mr. Wright shot his partner a sheepish grin. "One of Trucy's props apparently went missing, so I had to try and find a replica. But it's apparently pretty important to her show, because she refused to tell me anything about it... So I've been on a wild goose chase all day trying to figure out how to buy a sword I know absolutely noth-" Mr. Wright froze. "Is that Prosecutor Gavin?"
Klavier's back was turned to the door, so he managed a carefully placed wince in Apollo's direction before he jumped off of the couch with a radiant smile, walking over to where Apollo was and resting his forearm on his shoulder. "Ja; I apologize for the intrusion." It was a casual gesture, but one that screamed, Apollo. Help.
Mr. Edgeworth looked at Klavier curiously. "I certainly wasn't expecting to see one of my own here."
"Oh, he's been looking out for Apollo since he was in the ER. Although…" Mr. Wright's eyes fixed on Apollo, shifted to Klavier, and then back to Apollo. "I'd think Apollo would be healthy enough to fend for himself by now."
Apollo and Klavier both tensed at the same time, and Mr. Edgeworth smirked, which was somehow more unsettling than his characteristic glare. "Well, I'm sure Gavin's taking good care of him."
Klavier's arm jumped off Apollo like he was a hot stove, and Mr. Wright snorted with laughter. "He better be. I'm going to have to gossip with Trucy about this later."
Apollo was very confused, because it sounded like they knew why he was still staying with Klavier, but that shouldn't have been a laughing matter. Apollo looked up at Klavier, who had an uncharacteristic deer-in-the-headlights look, and felt like he was in an entirely different conversation than everyone else was.
"Should I even ask what you were doing while I was out?" Mr. Wright asked Apollo, grinning.
Mr. Edgeworth crossed his arms. "Unlike you, I do keep tabs on my employees, so I can assure you Gavin and Blackquill were still working on their disaster of a case when I left at at five."
Klavier echoed the word "disaster" under his breath, and Apollo snickered.
If Mr. Edgeworth noticed them, he didn't show it. "And given that he isn't soaking wet like the other two, logic would dictate that he wasn't involved in whatever trouble your cohorts caused."
"Oh, you and your logic. My cohorts are responsible adults. Does it look like I need to keep tabs on them?" Mr. Wright asked, pointing dramatically at the very professional looking pair.
"Yes. While I have nothing but the utmost respect for their legal abilities, your abhorrent lack of professionalism appears to be corrupting them."
Mr. Wright huffed. "Well, you're the one who claimed they weren't goofing off with Gavin all day. But it's not like they were out investigating a case, either, because Apollo isn't nearly stressed out enough for that."
Klavier laughed at that, earning a light kick to the shin from the heel of Apollo's shoe. "Ah, they were attempting to find Herr Forehead a new apartment, but were caught in the rain. He was planning on moving before he fell ill, so it was only natural for him to take the opportunity to move while already staying with a friend, hence the extended stay."
"Right. And I'm sure your tea party also has a rational explanation?" Mr. Wright grinned. What did that have to do with Apollo living with Klavier?
"Naturally. I wanted him to air dry indoors before allowing him near my car's leather upholstery."
"Good to see someone can respect leather upholstery," Mr. Edgeworth grumbled, glaring at Mr. Wright.
"Leather comes from cows! Cows get wet. Why don't cows shrivel up and die when it rains?"
"Your logic is atrocious."
Despite having only been together for a matter of days, they bickered like an old married couple. Though Apollo supposed they'd dated before, and been friends for years before that, so that was probably to be expected.
There was a lull in the conversation as Mr. Edgeworth glared down Mr. Wright, which Athena immediately hijacked. "Boss, why are you here this late?"
"Oh, right. Trucy's got a trick where she throws a deck of cards, and for some reason she needs a new deck of cards every time. I don't question it. So apparently there's a crate with a few hundred decks of cards in here somewhere."
"A few hundred?" Klavier asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yup. Trucy won't perform a trick onstage until she's done it perfectly a thousand times in a row. She ran out of decks today after 133," Mr. Wright explained.
Klavier whistled. "And I thought the Gavinners had high standards."
"She really is amazing. Last night, she made it to 867 before she made her sword disappear and couldn't make it reappear. Of course, after I spent 12 hours trying to figure out how to get her a new one, it finally showed up exactly where it was supposed to be. I'm pretty sure someone moved it just to mess with her, but she was determined it was her fault."
"That definitely sounds like Trucy- her magic, her responsibility," Athena replied. "...Is the crate the one under the spaghetti? Because I'm not touching the spaghetti."
"It's made of plastic," Mr. Wright pointed out. "...Probably."
"You want to move it, then?" Athena asked, crossing her arms.
"Not particularly," he replied.
Apollo sighed, deciding to be the bigger person, and used his towel to pick up the plate, yelping when he was engulfed in a cloud of silver glitter.
"I knew I wasn't just being paranoid!" Athena exclaimed over the consequent uproar of laughter from Klavier.
"Huh. I guess that's why Trucy said to pick it up by the fork if I needed to move it," Mr. Wright mused, one hand on his chin in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his smirk.
"...That information would've been helpful about ten seconds ago," Apollo retorted, glaring at him.
"Try to squint more when you glare," Mr. Edgeworth suggested. "You currently look more intimidated than you do intimidating."
"Are you teaching my employees how to glare?!" Mr. Wright protested.
"It's a necessary skill, if he works under you."
"The only skill I really need right now involves the removal of glitter from my person, but I appreciate the thought," Apollo retorted, using the maximum amount of sarcasm he dared to use with the Chief Prosecutor. This was what he got for trying to be a good person, he supposed.
"I think we have duct tape somewhere," Athena said, frowning.
"Scotch tape works better, and it has a lesser chance of damaging clothes," Klavier replied, plucking a tape dispenser off of the coffee table. He wrapped the tape around his hand until it resembled a glove. "Though this may be a better job for hairspray. I have no idea how so much of it managed to spread so high in the air," he said, patting Apollo's shoulder and examining his makeshift glove critically.
Apollo stared at Klavier with wide eyes. "You actually know how to get glitter off of clothes."
He smirked. "Oh, this is my element. I didn't earn the title of 'Glimmerous Fop' for no reason." He tried patting Apollo's shoulder again and frowned. "It isn't sticking like it should."
"Ooh, he just got done bragging about his glitter expertise, and he's already having problems," Athena teased. "Sure you don't want duct tape?"
"...This isn't normal glitter."
"It's probably just sticking better than you're used to because his clothes are wet," Athena pointed out.
"Nein, that shouldn't matter. There's something off about the glitter itself."
"What kind of glitter master blames the glitter?" Athena challenged.
"That's like asking a banker why he doesn't deal in counterfeit bills," Klavier protested.
Mr. Wright laughed. "I wasn't aware that there was such a thing as counterfeit glitter."
"In his defense, it is special, magical glitter. I'm sure it's been cursed by a certain sorceress to be extra sticky," Athena teased.
"They mock me now," Klavier muttered under his breath. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if there was some 'magical' property to it." He put his hands on his hips and stared at the ground, deep in thought. "Oh."
"Are we having a revelation?" Athena asked him with a smirk.
"An observation," Klavier corrected. "I was merely noticing that the glitter is sticking to me, too." It was clinging to a spot on the bottom of his shirt, and Klavier examined it for a few moments before he grinned. "That's genius."
"Whatever he's about to say, he's bluffing," Mr. Wright claimed.
"Oh, I don't need to say a word. Watch and weep." He fiddled with his weird chain belt until one of the chain links became detached, splitting into two pieces. He held them up to Apollo, and the glitter was immediately pulled off of him.
"Woah!" Athena's jaw dropped.
"Steel foil cut to look like microplastic. I thought it was strange how it billowed up into the air when all Forehead did was pick up the plate."
Mr. Edgeworth crossed his arms. "Hmph. I expected nothing less of my subordinate."
"Oh, come on, Miles. You thought he was full of BS, too."
"Your belt's magnetic?" Apollo asked.
Mr. Wright muttered something under his breath, earning a " Wright!" from his partner and a howl of laughter from Athena.
"Naturally. Having a long chain attached around my waist seems like a tripping hazard at best. I needed it to be able to disconnect when tugged." Klavier explained before turning to glare at Mr. Wright. "Do I want to know what you just said?"
"This is one of the few times I must agree with the sentiment that ignorance is bliss," Mr. Edgeworth muttered.
"I'll text you," Athena silently mouthed to Klavier, handing him a large magnet from off of the refrigerator.
It didn't take a whole lot of time for Klavier to get the glitter off with his newfound knowledge, and Apollo was very thankful that Klavier didn't have to pat him down to do it. In the meantime, Athena and Mr. Wright safely obtained the chest of cards and carried it outside as Klavier and Mr. Edgeworth jointly decided Apollo was probably dry enough not to damage Klavier's car seat.
"If that's the case, it's about time all of you got out of my office," Mr. Wright decided.
"Gavin, in spite of the day's events, I expect the paperwork on your murder robbery case to be finished before the trial tomorrow," Mr. Edgeworth said, adjusting his glasses.
Klavier silently reached into the messenger bag he was carrying and handed Mr. Edgeworth a folder. "I'm a responsible adult," he joked, and his boss seemed vaguely impressed when he opened it to find what were presumably the papers in question.
Once they were in the car, Apollo got the feeling that Klavier didn't care all that much about the car seat, but assumed Apollo would feel bad if he damaged it, because Klavier's wet umbrella was placed in the back seat without much thought.
Klavier looked at Apollo with a small smile. "You still have glitter in your hair." He lifted his hand to pick a piece off of the top of Apollo's head.
Apollo's scalp was sensitive to his touch, and it felt nice enough that Apollo had to force a scowl when Klavier ruffled it, sending a shower of sparkles into the air. Which was annoying, because Apollo had no problem looking irritable when Athena played with his hair earlier. "The more you touch my hair, the more glitter you're going to have to clean up later," he warned.
"What a tragedy. Everyone will be able to see through my tinted windows how glimmerous I am," Klavier joked, which Apollo would later remember in support of his theory that Klavier didn't care all that much about the aesthetics of his car.
But for now, all he could think about was how close Klavier's face was- as close as another person's face could be without hurting to look at- and how the streetlight sparkled through the raindrops on the windshield, illuminating his face with a warm yellow glow.
Suddenly, Klavier seemed magnetic and Apollo felt glittery. Not moving seemed to require physical effort, but moving required a bravery Apollo lacked, so he sat motionless for what felt like a long time.
He could lean forward. He wouldn't, but he could.
Apollo was relieved when Klavier finally lowered his hand from Apollo's head to pick up his keys. "Your hair is soft without the gel," Klavier murmured, turning the gas on.
"Uh. Thanks." He turned away from Klavier to look out the window, raindrops splattering against the glass as he made an attempt to pull himself together.
Saturday. He just had to make it through Saturday.