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Apollo is freaking out in the bathroom because his stylish boyfriend has way too many hair products.
“Oh my god, oh my GOD! This is insane!”
Surprised, Klavier appears standing by the doorframe.
“Was?” he says preoccupied.
“Was?” Apollo says clearly confused.
“Was Was?”
“What the fuck is that!?”
“Was??”
“Klavier! English!”
“Well, you see, English is a language spoken-“
“Klavier! I meant what ‘Was’ stands for.”
Apollo was already pretty pissed off, not knowing how he hadn’t killed the blonde yet.
“Oh. Oh, alright! It’s ‘What’, mein liebe.” Klavier just grins. Like always.
“Ah, okay,” he sighs, trying to get things straight. “Well, look at this mess! I know you like to do all the haircare thing, Klav, but… there are way too many products. We have to get rid of some of these.”
He looked a little bit guilty for asking such a thing, but his proud wouldn’t let him step back.
“But I need these. All of it, liebling.”
The puppy eyes strike.
“All of it? Really? Are you some kind of hair stylist or something?”
“I’m not, but… what about you?” He was so serious the Academy could have given him the Oscar right away.
“Me? What about me?” Apollo was really beginning to think Klavier didn’t understand English.
“Are you some kind of god or something? 'Cause babe, you are a sight to see.” The grin grew wider as his shoulders touched the doorframe of the bathroom door.
“WAS? I mean, WHAT, I mean, KLAVIER!” Apollo screamed, blushing like hell and unable to speak English properly.