#if you don’t want them to talk fr on the crossover-related stuff feel free to change the topic/have apollo do smth else btw

[rockgodklav]

“Ahh. Ja.” Klavier then took a seat in a counter, elbows leaning on his knees as to not to hit his head. He hasn’t judgmental or rude—simply acknowledged what Apollo said—and dropped the bread thing.

He was thinking, apparently, by the way he played with his hair for a moment before looking at Apollo.

“Hm.. Achtung! I do wonder if my card would work here; I… carry very little cash, I admit,” Klavier thought aloud, now giving fixing his hair one more valiant effort. He didn’t have a brush or hairspray and instead tried to make it neater with his hands; really, he had been thrown into this world with only himself.

”Ah, Gott.” He smiled at Apollo, still on the counter and failing to straighten out his appearance. “I don’t.. suppose you have any ideas, Herr Stirn? If this isn’t temporary, anyway.”

Klavier was nervous, once more, thinking about his situation realistically: Vongole is still at home, he was relying on Apollo not kicking him out, and it seemed this world was awfully different. It made him homesick for his empty, cold penthouse.

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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.]