Kid Games

[madimpossibledreamer]

I realized this could be read as shipping Klavier/Gumshoe, which 100% isn't the intent but you can read it that way if you want; I'm not stopping you.

Main Points:
Ace Attorney
Chapter Summary: Klavier continues to be completely ridiculous.
Word Count: 445
Rating: Teen
Apollo and Klavier have a mutual crush
all German I know, for once

        “Guten morgen, Herr Stirni!”  As usual, Gavin’s voice is annoyingly cute for being a night owl.  He actually sounds vaguely awake today, which instantly has Apollo wondering if he ever actually went to bed.
        “Let me guess, the pattern of my footsteps,” Apollo snarks back on the way to the coffee machine, which—well, it’s kind of the routine they’ve established now.  (Their consultant thinks he’s being clever, using the German for ‘forehead’.  Apollo isn’t sure if he remembers that Google exists.  Probably—they’re both children of the digital age, after all, and Gavin doesn’t tend to be mean or malicious with what he says.  Apollo’s double-checked using the internet.)  He pauses when he glances over, though, because the couch isn’t visible.  Instead, there’s a haphazard conglomeration of pillows and a bright purple that can only be Gavin’s usual jacket and their shock blankets they have just in case.  Plus a green jacket Apollo knows he’s seen before somewhere…
        Gavin’s face pops out near the back of the construction, blinding smile confirming that no, he in fact had not slept last night at all.  “A musician never reveals his secrets.”
        Apollo considers correcting the use of the phrase, but decides against it.  “Are we working a case with a kid?” he asks, wincing a little as Gavin gestures for him to lower the volume.  He’s often a little too loud, and if the kid is sleeping…
        “I swear I’m not asleep on the job, sir!”  That’s…Gumshoe.  Right, that’s his coat.  He sits up fast enough to knock off one of the cushions, causing the entire pillow fort to crumble in around the two.
        “We’d appreciate your discretion,” Gavin tells him, even though it’s probably not his problem anyway.  “Gumshoe’s landlord insisted he not return.  This is, of course, only a temporary measure, but—”
        So Gavin, of course, the ridiculous, beautiful man, suggested that Gumshoe do the same thing he had and that they build a pillow fort for Gumshoe to sleep in for one evening while he probably tapped away madly on his phone trying to find a better solution in the meantime.
        Apollo blinks again and then shakes his head.  “I don’t see where it’s in my job description to report fifth grade sleepovers to my boss.  I’m going to get my coffee.”
        “Danke schön!” Gavin calls after him.  He definitely doesn’t have enough caffeine for this, as he hears the two clean up and hopefully hide the evidence, because while the Chief is fond of Gumshoe and absolutely would want to help, the fact that it was Gavin’s idea and that the man is behaving like a kid again would not help.