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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-10-19 09:24 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2016-10-19 09:24 pm
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One of Those Days
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Ace Attorney universe optional
Summary: Apollo has a question for Klavier.
Word Count: 695
Rating: Gen
Apollo makes a noise of alarm and not a little disgust as he begins truly settling in Klavier’s office. It’s (somehow) quieter than the Wright Anything Agency, though the prosecutor considerately turns down the music and never plays any of the stupid songs with lyrics when he’s there, so he’s made a habit of this. (Besides, he doesn’t have to deal with Wright’s unhelpful idiocy.) “Did you oil yourself up this morning?”
The blond makes a grumbling sort of noise, not lifting his head from his hand as he skims through the document before him. (He’s looking a little tired, Apollo thinks.)
“That wasn’t really an answer, Klavier.” There’s an unspoken agreement that he’s only allowed to call the other ‘Gavin’ if he adds ‘Prosecutor’.
The irritated sound comes again, and then there’s a sigh. “My elbows were dry this morning. I have a hard enough time concentrating when I’m this sleep deprived, never mind when I’m itchy, too.” The accent is thicker, but then, if the man’s half asleep, it often is.
“Huh.” It’s not a problem Apollo’s ever had, not one that he’s considered having. And unlike most, it isn’t as if he revels in Klavier’s pain or anything like that. It’s just…
This mood, that’s irritation but not overly gloomy, is sometimes easier to deal with than the constant smiles that concern the defense attorney, because who the hell smiles like that all the time anyway?
“Verdammt! Who writes these things?” Maybe he’s misjudged the situation, as Klavier slams his hands on the table (luckily not on the keyboard, because even if he can afford it a part of Justice still cringes at the thought of an expensive piece of equipment breaking).
The brunet glances over to the screen and then snorts. It looks like a law review. “Probably? Law students. I know it’s something I had to do in my final semester. So if the organization’s all over the place, that’s why.”
Finally, the rock star gets enough energy to glance over. “Really?” He’s startled out of his annoyance and is genuinely curious. Then there’s a smile. A soft, true smile, one that’s rarely seen. “Our studies were a bit more…practical in Themis, I suppose. It’d be interesting to compare notes.”
Apollo rolls his eyes. “Like we don’t do that anyway.” But he doesn’t question. Back near the beginning, when he’d first met him, he’d have wondered whether Klavier really meant it, but after everything they’ve been through he realizes that yes, the man really is as passionate about law as he is about his music.
Klavier chuckles and shakes his head. “I suppose that means that this isn’t the best article, ja? I wouldn’t be using it at all if the cases mentioned weren’t obscure.”
That earns a shrug as the defense attorney takes out pen, paper, and case he’s looking at. “Ask Edgeworth. The man’s practically a walking law encyclopedia.” He’s also more than a little intimidating, but Justice quickly learned that he doesn’t mean to be. And requests for legal precedent (passed on through Mr. Wright as the closest thing to a neutral third party he’s going to get) have always been a lot of help.
That earns another groan, and the prosecutor stands up slowly, blinking as if it’s all he can do to stay awake. “If that didn’t even occur to me, I suppose it’s time to subject myself to the office coffee.” The blond makes a face, so Apollo tries for his morbid humor, which so far only Klavier and Clay seem to appreciate.
“If you pass out, I’ll call an ambulance.”
That earns a chuckle. “Will you pay for it?”
“Pay for it yourself, rich boy,” he snaps back, and studiously gets to work, ignoring the other.
At the beginning, that would’ve earned a pout, but they’ve become friends, and the non-homicidal Gavin has learned to read him. In response, there’s another chuckle, and a hand ruffles his hair before the man leaves. (Huh, didn’t think I’d actually notice, but I can actually feel all the stupid rings on his hand when he does that. Also, he better not have messed up my hair.)
Ace Attorney universe optional
Summary: Apollo has a question for Klavier.
Word Count: 695
Rating: Gen
Apollo makes a noise of alarm and not a little disgust as he begins truly settling in Klavier’s office. It’s (somehow) quieter than the Wright Anything Agency, though the prosecutor considerately turns down the music and never plays any of the stupid songs with lyrics when he’s there, so he’s made a habit of this. (Besides, he doesn’t have to deal with Wright’s unhelpful idiocy.) “Did you oil yourself up this morning?”
The blond makes a grumbling sort of noise, not lifting his head from his hand as he skims through the document before him. (He’s looking a little tired, Apollo thinks.)
“That wasn’t really an answer, Klavier.” There’s an unspoken agreement that he’s only allowed to call the other ‘Gavin’ if he adds ‘Prosecutor’.
The irritated sound comes again, and then there’s a sigh. “My elbows were dry this morning. I have a hard enough time concentrating when I’m this sleep deprived, never mind when I’m itchy, too.” The accent is thicker, but then, if the man’s half asleep, it often is.
“Huh.” It’s not a problem Apollo’s ever had, not one that he’s considered having. And unlike most, it isn’t as if he revels in Klavier’s pain or anything like that. It’s just…
This mood, that’s irritation but not overly gloomy, is sometimes easier to deal with than the constant smiles that concern the defense attorney, because who the hell smiles like that all the time anyway?
“Verdammt! Who writes these things?” Maybe he’s misjudged the situation, as Klavier slams his hands on the table (luckily not on the keyboard, because even if he can afford it a part of Justice still cringes at the thought of an expensive piece of equipment breaking).
The brunet glances over to the screen and then snorts. It looks like a law review. “Probably? Law students. I know it’s something I had to do in my final semester. So if the organization’s all over the place, that’s why.”
Finally, the rock star gets enough energy to glance over. “Really?” He’s startled out of his annoyance and is genuinely curious. Then there’s a smile. A soft, true smile, one that’s rarely seen. “Our studies were a bit more…practical in Themis, I suppose. It’d be interesting to compare notes.”
Apollo rolls his eyes. “Like we don’t do that anyway.” But he doesn’t question. Back near the beginning, when he’d first met him, he’d have wondered whether Klavier really meant it, but after everything they’ve been through he realizes that yes, the man really is as passionate about law as he is about his music.
Klavier chuckles and shakes his head. “I suppose that means that this isn’t the best article, ja? I wouldn’t be using it at all if the cases mentioned weren’t obscure.”
That earns a shrug as the defense attorney takes out pen, paper, and case he’s looking at. “Ask Edgeworth. The man’s practically a walking law encyclopedia.” He’s also more than a little intimidating, but Justice quickly learned that he doesn’t mean to be. And requests for legal precedent (passed on through Mr. Wright as the closest thing to a neutral third party he’s going to get) have always been a lot of help.
That earns another groan, and the prosecutor stands up slowly, blinking as if it’s all he can do to stay awake. “If that didn’t even occur to me, I suppose it’s time to subject myself to the office coffee.” The blond makes a face, so Apollo tries for his morbid humor, which so far only Klavier and Clay seem to appreciate.
“If you pass out, I’ll call an ambulance.”
That earns a chuckle. “Will you pay for it?”
“Pay for it yourself, rich boy,” he snaps back, and studiously gets to work, ignoring the other.
At the beginning, that would’ve earned a pout, but they’ve become friends, and the non-homicidal Gavin has learned to read him. In response, there’s another chuckle, and a hand ruffles his hair before the man leaves. (Huh, didn’t think I’d actually notice, but I can actually feel all the stupid rings on his hand when he does that. Also, he better not have messed up my hair.)