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“Hmm.”
“Hmm?”
Apollo rolled over onto his stomach and narrowed his eyes, staring thoughtfully at Klavier.
“Your hair is...hmm.”
“Fabulous?” Klavier suggested. “Immaculate? Wunderschönen? Awe inspiring? Well groomed?”
“Dumb.”
Klavier grabbed at his hair in mock horror, fingers twisting at the drill like spiral he always kept it in. Somehow (Apollo’s bets were on magic) his hair retained its shape despite the way Klavier was tugging at it.
“Herr Forehead, you wound me.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you thinking I was going to be soft on you just because we’re dating.”
“Is this your confidence or the alcohol’s confidence talking, schatz?”
Apollo eyed the empty cider bottles that were sitting innocently on the small coffee table. Next to them was a much less innocent, half finished, bottle of Jack Daniels.
“I’ll let you know when the room stops spinning.”
Klavier laughed loudly, eyes crinkling at the corners, and Apollo was so caught off guard by it he immediately forgot if they’d been arguing about something or not.
“You’re such a lightweight, liebling, it’s adorable.”
Apollo wrinkled his nose at that.
“Halt die Klappe, Klavier, I’m not a lightweight and I’m not adorable.”
Klavier raised one perfectly cynical eyebrow and leaned towards Apollo as though he was analysing him.
“Not convinced, mein liebster, you’ve started using German phrases.”
Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed in a desperate attempt to remember what he’d just said. God, the alcohol was muddling his brain up a lot.
“Scheisse. I blame you entirely. Spent too much time round you.”
“Glad to hear I’m having an effect on you.” Klavier smirked smugly. The double meaning was not lost on Apollo, despite his less than coherent state.
“You always have an effect on me.” He grumbled quietly, ignoring the way Klavier’s smile got somehow smugger and even wider, in favour of taking a sip of his current bottle of cider.
“Go on then, liebe. Why’s my hair dumb?”
Apollo shuffled towards Klavier, arm stretched out to balance himself on Klavier’s knee as he pulled himself upright. He took Klavier’s...plait? Drill hair? In hand, and examined it thoroughly.
“How does it...“ he waved his hand emphatically, searching around for the right words. “...stay like that?”
“Hairspray. Gel. Die ganze Menge.”
“Hmm.”
“Schatz?”
“Can I, uh- Can I see you with your hair down?”
Klavier raised an eyebrow. Then grinned.
“Only if I get to see you without your little rabbit ears. You say my hair is dumb, but yours is architectural madness.”
“Fine. I’ll go dunk my head in the sink to wash out the gel.”
“Maybe you’ll sober up as well.”
“Piss off, Klavier.”
-*-
They met up in the living room again about ten minutes later. Apollo had draped a towel over his head just to stop Klavier seeing his hair before the reveal. Klavier, meanwhile, had a towel wrapped around his head in the same way Trucy tended to when she had a quick shower at the Agency. Apollo wasn’t exactly surprised though, Klavier was a dramatic and eccentric little shit.
“Okay, liebe, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Apollo gave him a look.
“What?” Klavier asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes in a manner that was the complete opposite of innocence.
Rather than argue with Klavier on this, Apollo decided now was the time to lose the towel. He whipped it off his head and threw it haphazardly away from himself, wincing as it just narrowly missed the table full of glass bottles. Whoops.
Honestly, Apollo would always find it remarkable how quickly he could become self conscious in a moment of unexpected and deafening silence. Was his hair really that bad? Fair enough, it wasn’t it’s neatest at present as he’d just stuck his head in a sink, but surely it wasn’t so bad that Klavier literally couldn’t think of anything to say.
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
Klavier blinked as though refocusing, and sent Apollo one of his classic lazy grins.
“Sorry liebling, I didn’t realise how used to seeing your little hair spike things I was until I saw you without them. You should go with this look more often. It’s endearing.”
“Yeah right.” Apollo rolled his eyes and also his ankle as he stumbled a little. “I look like a drowned rat.
“Only because it’s wet.”
“Whatever.” Apollo flapped his hand impatiently towards Klavier’s towel. “Your turn.”
“My pleasure.”
Unlike Apollo, Klavier decided not to fling his towel on the nearest surface, choosing instead to drop it on the floor. Elegant as ever.
Apollo doesn’t manage to get a snarky comment out in time though, as any words he may have had die in his throat once he sees Klavier with his hair down.
It shouldn’t be as big a deal as it for some reason is. And yet Klaiver looks so...different. Vulnerable. Not the sparkling musician that electrifies a concert with his energy. But a young man in his 20s who wears big fluffy jumpers, coos at cats that venture into their garden, and pouts when Apollo steals the blanket during film night.
Cute. It’s the only word coming to mind. So Apollo says as much.
“My god you’re adorable.”
And Klavier has the nerve -the absolute audacity- to blush.
“So are you, schatz.”
“Can we make it a rule that when we’re at home alone together you have your hair like this all the time.”
Klavier laughed and pulled Apollo in for a quick kiss.
“I’m sure the novelty would wear off pretty soon. But sure. So long as you do the same with your hair.”
Apollo scowled a little but caved in quickly when he saw Klavier’s puppy eyes. Somehow made more powerful without his usual drill hair. This was a conspiracy.
“You wanna watch a film?” Klaiver offered, moving back towards the sofa that he’d been lounging on earlier.
“Yeah sure.” Apollo murmured. Then paused. “But can you sit on the floor for the beginning at least. I wanna plait your hair with like a normal plait.”
Klavier smiled softly and took up his position on the floor, grabbing the remote off the table.
“As you wish.”
And if Klavier kept his hair in the messy plait that Apollo had tied for him during the next day, well, nobody else was going to know.