#Honestly…….. I need to figure out my own gavin bros backstory

[rockgodklav]

”…Ah.” Klavier’s mind has went to his own family and, though their situations were actually different, it got him to move on. He stood back up.

“I see, I see.. Well, ach,” Klavier moved on swiftly, humming a Gavinners’ tune as he brushed past Apollo and opened up the bedroom door. He seemed to walk in rhythm with the self-made beat.

He glanced back at Apollo. “Aren’t you coming along? I fear I may destroy your kitchen if you leave me alone for too long, ja.” It was an attempt to get Apollo to lighten up—to move on, for now.

And, well… Klavier couldn’t cook anyway, so there was some truth in his claim of ‘destroying the kitchen.’ He held open the door, grinning.

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[[ @jaydovekj ]]

// before I continue I want to point out that this is what Apollo looks like right now. It's not that important, he just looks funny. ignore the tiny chair/giant apollo, drawing furniture is hard & i made that while dead tired

"Advice? Hm." [The voice paused in thought, the man's wry smile easily visualized even with his lack of presence.] "Now, what would you need my advice with? You can make decisions for yourself, can't you?"

[Another pause occurred, more palpable than the last. But after a moment, he continued again, Kristoph's voice switching to a much more light, saccharine tone.]

"...But, who would I be, to not help guide you?"

[While his eyes had diverted off to the side, Apollo's brows were furrowed at the part of the conversation he could hear. Even the simple concept of Klavier talking to someone else, possibly about him, made him nervous... and going off of the man's demeanor, it could only really be one person, right?

He paused his thoughts, closing his eyes.

Frightened? No. If anything... he felt more embarrassed about the potential of him knowing. Knowing that left an odd pit in his stomach, his mouth pulling into a thin frown.]