Disclaimer: Yaddy-yaddy-yadah.
Note: I got bored of writing a bit, so didn't update. I'm full of inspiration for my Klema fanfic, but, I don't want to write it yet without finishing this story.
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Apollo had talk to everyone in the list he had double-checked. He now only had to reserve Viola Hall and some rooms. But, now wasn't the time to do that. It was 12:39 A.M. he had to check for catering, etc. He slept for a while.
*Ring!*
"I want to sleep, don't want to wake up yet." Apollo mumbled.
"Well, Polly, what about the reservations?" Trucy asked.
"Mmm… I don't care about wuzzutreservations?"
"Yes, for Daddy's party."
"Nyeh... Sweet, sweet chocolate."
Trucy handed Apollo a bar of white Hershey's chocolate.
"Don't like white chocolate."
Trucy handed him a piece of Kisses with almonds.
"Mmm… Almonds. Nutty."
"Riiiight."
"Now, whazzit you want again?"
"Eh… Reservations, Apollo." Trucy's voice suddenly sounding more serious.
"Nooo! Still want to sleep."
"FINE! Miss von Karma, mind waking up Apollo?"
"Hmph. Phoenix Wright's apprentice, certainly!"
"Huh? Where's she?"
"Haha! Apollo, I'm a great ventriloquist."
"…"
"So are you going to wake up anytime soon?"
"NO!" He said then put the blanket over his head.
"Well, you have no choice." Trucy removed the blanket and threw a bucket of ice-cold water on Apollo.
"Where'd that come from?"
"Magic Panties."
"…"
Trucy pulled Apollo to the bathroom and closed the door so he can't get out.
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Ugh! The shower is cold. I wonder if the heater is working today. He tried to use the heater and succeeded, the water was now warm.
He wore his usual clothes, his hair was usual, nothing was out of place, except a small cut of nail in his fingernails.
"I'm going now."
Phoenix stopped drinking his grape juice and said, "Uhuh. Where are you going?"
"Ah. I, er, am, uhhh… I am going to the, er, grape juice factory, then going to Ariadoney factory."
"That fancy nail polish? Pshh. Grab me some grape juice on the way."
"Right. But, the grape juice might be a bit fermented."
"Blech. I hate wine. I want it fresh."
"Hmm… Right."
Apollo went out and started his black Porsche.
"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Trucy shouted.
"Well, you can't."
"Gee, I guess I should take that Porsche now. Mommy gave it to us, not you."
"Actually, she said, 'This car is for you, Apollo, yours, and yours only, and this bracelet is for you, Trucy.'" He quoted.
Trucy played around with the bracelet. It wasn't getting tense.
"Fiiine. Go in."
"Yay!"
"Can we reserve Viola Hall tomorrow?"
"No, sir. NO reserving for no reason."
"But, it's someone's birthday tomorrow."
"Hmph. Tell ya what. I'll let you reserve Viola Hall for two things."
"And those are?"
"The payment, of course, and a handwritten autograph by Klavier Gavin. Or any other band member of the Gavinners." The teenage boy at the concierge said.
"It's a deal!"
*Knock, Knock*
"Guten Morgen, Herr Forehead!" Klavier said gleefully.
"Why so happy, Gavin?"
"You will find out later. Now what do you want?"
"An autograph."
"Did I hear correctly? Herr Forehead wants an autograph."
"Ja" Apollo mocked.
"Let's not be rude, Herr Forehead."
"The autograph, if you may?"
Klavier sighed. "Tell me why you need it first."
"Erm… A rabid fangirl was strangling me for an autograph by you."
"Herr Forehead, one does not need special vision to perceive what we just heard."
"B-but."
"Tell me what you want?"
"Hmph. Just give me the dang autograph."
"Nein."
"Why not?"
"Why yes?"
"Because! A teenage wants your autograph and won't let me reserve anything if I don't get your dang autograph!"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Herr Forehead?"
"…"
Klavier got a picture from his house signed it with a pen, and printed his thumbprint on it.
"A thumbprint?"
"Ja, the fans love my prints."
"Whatever. Just give it to me."
"Ooohh. Can I have an autograph too?" Trucy suddenly burst in.
"Ach! Were did you come from?"
"I went with Polly."
"Trucy, I told you to stay low!"
"Fraulein, why not?" He handed her an autograph.
"Hey! What about mine?"
"Hmm… Err… Here." He grabbed a signed autograph out of his pocket.
"Where did that dome from?"
"Ah. I always have a few spare just incase."
"Just incase what?"
"A fangirl attack, in fact, this is the first time a man wanted my autograph."
"Whatever. Let's go Truce."
"Bye, Prosecutor Gavin!" Trucy shouted.
Apollo pulled Trucy to the car.
"Can we switch autographs?"
"No!" Trucy shouted.
"B-but."
"No, Polly."
"Ugh, whatever." He started the car and asked Trucy to go in.
"Here you go." Apollo said to the teenage and handed him an autograph.
"WOW! Thank you, thank you! Here fill out these forms!"
Apollo filled out the forms and double-checked everything. He also reserved 20 rooms or so.
"What's with the rooms?" The teenage boy asked.
"I'm planning on making some guests stay."
"Hmm… Before you reserve sir, would you mind checking the bill?" He pointed to the bill.
Oh my god! 50,000 for Viola Hall, and for the rooms another 50,000!
"Sir, will you still reserve, their all available tomorrow."
"Uhh… Do you accept checks?"
"Yes, sir. Tell you what. I'll give you a 20% discount."
Apollo handed him a check for 80,000. The boy accepted the check.