Gen Texts !

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[andimfine]

[ There's a sort of huff that escapes from his throat when that light touch falls on his shoulder. He nearly begins to explain that it isn't Klavier he distrusts, it's the other drivers. Also, there is the small fact that it is scientifically proven that texting and driving is dangerous, no matter how careful you are. But that might be a lecture better suited from Phoenix, resident dad (or Ema Skye, resident scientist). And Klavier had already pointed out that he would call instead, and so there is no need to carry out any more of this safety speech. ]

Okay. [ How embarrassing, he realizes, to start their meeting like this. ]

Uh...what now? Like I said, it's still a few hours before the show.

How is Apollo this cute, Klavier is trying not to flirt right off the bat

[airriffs]

[He knew what he did was borderline unethical and and Herr Forehead was quite possibly the last person who would approve, probably after Edgeworth.

Klavier pats Apollo's shoulder a few times before he steps into the office taking a good look around. He leans against one of the desks toppled with piles and piles of paperwork... also glitter, confetti and all kinds of magic props. ]

I am fine with whatever you want to do, I could lay about while you finish up here or I could take you somewhere. [ He says as if it was the most casual thing in the world, and maybe it would seem that way to anyone else. But the look he gives Apollo is really a "yeah I'm asking you out on an impromptu date."]

good luck @ klavier

[andimfine]

[ Hey, it's the Wright Anything Agency, which essentially means that anything, especially the bizarre, can be found in the office. ]

I'm finished with my work. [ He states it so as a matter a factly that Klavier must realize that the borderline sultry expression he shot towards Apollo flew right over his head. Unfortunately for the dear prosecutor and any others who are piqued by Apollo (see: Juniper Woods), advances are often perceived either as mere friendliness or teasing. While he may recognize flirtation between two others as easily as anyone else, and although he has one hell of a knack for catching lies and finding the truth, he just cannot seem to grasp the idea that certain people might be interested in him. And it is not so much an issue with being "innocent" or having a supreme lack of confidence as it is that Apollo is completely and utterly dense to this sort of thing.

There's also the fact that Klavier's natural state is flirty. As if Apollo, of all people, could differentiate between when he's being serious or not. ]

We could go somewhere. Did you have anywhere in mind?

Woooow rip klavier

[airriffs]

[ Klavier is... Astonished, really. He knew Apollo wasn't really the flirty kind but he expected a reaction. Any reaction. Was he really that obtuse?

Klavier drops his shoulders and combs a hand through his hair. What could he do? He could just play along and take Apollo to the most expensive restaurant in town and Apollo would probably still think Klavier is just being his usual, extravagant self.

So he dropped the act, walked up to the defense attorney and slowly pulled him away from the door. He holds him by the arm, just above his bracelet.]

I don't, really. I just wanted to see you. [ There. That should get the message across.

He hoped.]

yikes

[andimfine]

[ He gives Klavier a questioning look as he's whisked away from the door, his held arm dangling somewhat uselessly as he follows the other without protest.

Confusion becomes sheepishness at the statement, and his cheeks warm into a pink shade. Klavier says it so earnestly, he thinks, that it catches him somewhat off guard. ]

Oh.

[ Though, again, the underlying meaning slips past him without so much a graze. ]

Uh, that's really nice of you to say, actually. [ He shifts awkwardly now, unsure of what to say next. ]

I guess I wanted to see you, too. [ A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. ] I like getting to hang out with you and everyone else without worrying about a case.

DEAD

[airriffs]

[ All the hope Klavier had built quickly vanishes with that answer, well, in all honesty even he knew it wouldn't be that easy. Apollo was just that person Klavier couldn't get to through flirting and hinting at anything.

He laughs, because he's that much charmed by those qualities as he is puzzled. He reaches down to grab Apollo's hand and raising it to his face.]

I meant alone with you. Herr Justice.

Hahaha

[andimfine]

[ Brown eyes jump from Klavier's blue to his own hand that's now palming the prosecutor's cheek. His smile drops, and his brow knits. ]

Uhm.

[ His fingers unconsciously curl and brush against soft skin, nails slightly and lightly dragging, and the rose tint that painted his cheeks burns to a bright red. ]

I think I'm lost here. Are you implying that you...don't want to go to the show?

Klavier feels like a failure

[airriffs]

[Klavier's laugh was louder this time. He covered Apollo's hand with his own and laced their fingers together.]

Nothing like that, you told me Fräulein was looking forward to seeing me.

[ He can feel himself relaxing into a more casual stance, stepping closer to Apollo as close as he can get without touching, really.]

But you did say you have a few hours to spare.

i believe in him

[andimfine]

[ It's humorous, really. Klavier is quite clearly asking Apollo out on a date, but the defense attorney is beginning to sift through his words and actions as if he were presented a puzzle of sorts. All that can come to mind is that Klavier is acting odd, and he's struggling to reach a conclusion as to why. The answer certainly won't come from giving him funny looks or waiting for his bracelet to react, so Apollo prods. ]

I did, but...I thought we were already spending that time together, or...maybe I wasn't clear on that. [ He could have sworn that he was. Oh, but it would make sense if Klavier would assume that Athena and Mr. Wright were tagging along while they waited for the show to start, he thinks, not even realizing how off the mark he is. ] And why are you holding my hand? You're acting stranger than usual, Prosector Gavin.

Apollo shattering Klavier's confidence part 5

[airriffs]

[ Alright... Clearly there was a communication barrier. So, he just had to say it didn't he? He could do that.

He let's go of Apollo's hand because well now he, Klavier Gavin, believe it or not was feeling maybe like he was getting too ahead of himself.]

Herr Forehead. I'm asking you out on a date. You know, that thing involving two people and dinner, a movie or at the least a drink?

he's pretty good at doing that tbh

[andimfine]

[ He blinks once, twice, three times all wide eyed, his mouth agape. A beat passes, and then he's squinting and frowning, and his gaze is searching Klavier's face for a tell on this joke. But the prosecutor just holds that smile of his, that normal one, not any sort that would hint that he was about to say that he was fooling around. ]

Are you really? [ The question is asked so seriously; Klavier is clearly under scrutiny here. ]

Smashed

[airriffs]

[ Klavier was incredibly patient, he had discovered. The fact is that Apollo wouldn't take him seriously unless he seemed serious about his proposal. Which made all the sense in the world for someone so earnest.

So the smile vanishes from his face, his gaze fixed on Apollo. He remains close but doesn't attempt to reach for him again.]

Yes, really.

[andimfine]

[ There's that tensity again. It sweeps over Apollo and renders him dour. He's already made a prediction, and he braces himself for it to be true. This is a joke, a lie>. It must be. No offense to Klavier, really. As annoying as the German can be, Apollo can admit to his kindness, his honestly, and his overall trustworthiness. But for somebody who has been consistently let down throughout the course of his life, Apollo can struggle to keep his hopes up.

Which, with that being said, would mean that a date with that insufferably charming fop would be welcomed if it were an actual proposition.

And with that given answer, Apollo is finally realizing that it is, indeed, an actual proposition.

He absently rubs at the wrist which his bracelet hugs, and he waits for the pressure to squeeze around his skin, but it doesn't come. Though Klavier adopts a much more solemn expression, he's as sincere as ever. There's no tell here, no lie. ]

Oh.

[ He finally blinks again. ]

Oh! You're serious!

[airriffs]

[ Klavier keeps his calm demeanor and nods, keeping his arms crossed over his chest.

It only took him several attempts and being called "strange". Also he couldn't rule out the possibility of Apollo saying no.

Too late to turn back now, he supposed.]

I have been this entire time. I wouldn't drive to your office to play a practical joke, as much as you're inclined to believe.

[andimfine]

It's not that! [ It really isn't. He wouldn't think Klavier so cruel. If anything, he would have figured it to be a part of his usual flirtatious rouse (which, by the way, is now being questioned). ]

I just...wasn't expecting it since...you're you. [ Glamerous, glitzy prosecutor. ] And I'm me. [ Plain, normal defense attorney. ] I didn't think you'd be into... [ He gives a vague hand gesture there.] You know.

[ He clears his throat, then, and glances off to the side. Okay, Klavier means it. With that straightened out... ]

Okay. We can do that.

[airriffs]

[ Now Klavier was the one with a surprised look on his face. Regardless of what people may presume he did not have a type. He was just used to being flirty and charming since he's been in the public eye for so long.]

You're more interesting than you think.

[ Another smile grows on his face, a genuine one this time. Not like the ones he gives to the cameras or the jury.]

[andimfine]

[ He rubs his neck with a bashful smile, eyes darting back to meet Klavier. It's not that Apollo thinks lowly of himself, but he wouldn't list interesting as a defining adjective. Again, it's simply just a nice feeling to hear it, especially from somebody who has definitely met a multitude of interesting figures throughout his glamorous career. ]

You're not so bad yourself. [ He quips. ]