'Oh joy, what a way to spend my Saturday afternoon.'
Apollo's arm was hurting. A lot. The reason? An overly hyper fifteen year old girl dragging him around to a crime scene.
"Trucy, why are you even excited again? It's a murder scene, and don't you have homework to do or something?"
The magician huffed loudly and placed her hands on her hips, feet spread apart in a defensive position. "Be-caaause, Apollo, you haven't had work in like forever!" She was quiet for a moment and the lawyer was about to say something when she blurted out, "And my teacher looves me! He'll let it pass."
Apollo shook his head. "You sure Mr. Wright''s not going to be angry?"
She pshaw'd and resumed dragging the red clad man.
If Apollo's arm had been hurting then, it was dead by the time they got to the house. "Alright Truce, you ready for some investigating?"
She smiled and replied, "Yup yup! Always gotta be ready!"
He smiled back and raised his hand weakly (it had been the one that Trucy dragged, after all) to open the door knob. However, the door opened before he could touch the handle.
"Ah, it's the Fraulein!" Klavier's face had a big smile on and Apollo could see his face seemed a bit flushed, almost… red? "Herr Forehead, I know I am beautiful but I must ask you to refrain from staring like that."
The attorney's face reddened and he smiled sheepishly. "Y-yeah…" Suddenly he remembered the kiss that he had witnessed between the detective and prosecutor just a week before and he looked away, twitching at the uncomfortable image.
Trucy peeked behind the rocker. "So, Mr. Gavin. Is anyone in there?"
"Just Fraulein Skye."
"Oh, alright! Come on Polly, let's goo!"
Apollo whimpered as he got dragged inside by his hurt arm.
The door shut and Klavier chuckled to himself. "Cute kids."