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He may not have his band anymore, but that by no means meant that his fans no longer wanted anything to do with him.
In fact, Klavier found himself streaming every week or so. It was a nice way to keep the countless trials and mountains of paperwork from blurring his life together. For the most part, he kept things relaxed and played guitar in bed and answered chat’s questions, but today he was switching things up. Variety was the spice of life after all.
Today would be the day of his long requested makeup stream. It had been years since his last makeup video, and his look has changed drastically since then. Not that there was anything wrong with the bold eyeshadows that he wore in his youth, but there wasn’t wrong with a more subtle approach to makeup either.
Though it wouldn’t be a long video, perhaps he could also walk them through his skincare routine. It was lengthy enough and the people practically demanded it. It would also be nice to have his makeup back off so he didn’t have to worry about removing it later when he was already comfortable with his boyfriend in his arms and had to disrupt the peace.
For as much Apollo wanted to pretend he was dramatic, there was something to be said about making him move when he was comfy. He was perhaps even worse than Vongole or Mikeko.
“Ah, why did we only tour in the States? What a wunderbar question! As much as we joked that I was the biggest diva in the Gavinners, that title belonged to Daryan hands down. In the seven years we toured he never once let us go on a plane to travel. We had to get a fancy tour bus to drive us across the country because Herr Diva threatened to quit every time we so much as suggested getting on a plane.” he explained, carefully doing a slight wing to his eyeliner.
Retrospectively, Klavier had to wonder if that would’ve been the better idea. Though he knew he wouldn’t have done it. He was his best friend at the time and didn’t want a silly band thing to strain their friendship.
He could hear Apollo faintly in the other room. It sounded enthusiastic. It could be some Chords of Steel, but he tended to prefer doing that in the morning. Perhaps he had a rough day and needed an extra boost?
“That sound? I can’t believe my microphone is actually picking that up. I believe that’s my boyfriend. I have no idea what it is he could be doing.” if he really listened, he could make out the odd swear. His Schatzi’s language got so much more... colourful outside of work. Especially when he thought no one could hear him.
His chat erupted in demands and pleads to go see what exactly that funky little man he was dating was up to.
If the people wanted it, the people would get it. “I suppose we could go check in. Just a short visit. Mein Lieb is camera shy.”
He would carefully pick up his phone, and start walking out of the master bathroom to the kitchen.
“And if you didn’t juggle, there wouldn’t be egg everywhere!” Apollo scolded seemingly no one, before pushing Mikeko away by his head. “No!!! Not for you, you little prick!”
“Schatzi, would you like to tell us what exactly has got you up in arms this evening?”
Apollo squawked and jumped, nearly giving Mikeko the opportunity he so desired. “Clay sent me a recipe and bet I couldn’t make it. I told him I absolutely could. And then I read the name of the recipe but it was too late and now I have to make it because I said I could and I’ve once again waltzed into a classic Clay trap,” he paused. “Also I dropped eggs because I wanted to see if I could juggle and we’re out of tiny oranges. The answer is no in case you’re curious.”
“Are you really going to let a man over four hundred and eight kilometers away bully you? And where did he find a recipe?” though if anyone were to find a space recipe, he supposed it’d be him.
“Don’t use metric at me, you know I don’t know what that means,” he said, scooping up the last of the egg, tossing the gooey mess into the green bin and wiping away the rest with his sock like an animal. “Turns out he smuggled up some ancient books for fun. And I’m talking old, like eighty years old, old.”
Klavier had to pause and think of how long ago that was, and he is not fond of that time frame. “Apollo. What on earth are you baking in my kitchen?”
“It’s our kitchen, and you don’t know how to cook so it’s more my kitchen really, if you think about it”
“Apollo what abomination is in the oven I paid for?” he asked, making sure there was no room for him to squirm away from answering.
Apollo looked back at the oven, as if he had forgotten what he had done. “A cake. One with chocolate.”
“Chocolate and what else?” Klavier raised an eyebrow, just in time for the timer to go off.
Because what Apollo needed was something else to hide behind as to avoid trouble. “Hold that thought!” he seemed so pleased with this development. As if he had planned this perfectly and not been caught off guard.
The cake he pulled out seemed perfectly innocent. It looked like a regular chocolate cake. But Klavier knows better than to trust something on appearance alone. He squinted at the cake. “Schatzi are you going to poison me?”
“What? No! No,” he paused looking at the cake. “I mean not intentionally, but in the absolute worst case scenario we’d both have our own bathroom so it’s fine.”
That wasn’t exactly a vote of confidence. He just scowled at him as he watched him flip the pan upside down and grab the icing. “I hope you know I’m not eating it until I know it’s safe.”
“It’ll be fine, babe… It’s just cake. The cakes are usually fine. There’s not even any dates or molasses in it. It’s a mostly regular cake,” he explained with a still uncertain tone.
“It’s the ‘mostly’ that concerns me, you are aware of that, ja?”
Apollo cut two pieces. “Listen, there’s good recipes in old cookbooks sometimes. They’re not all dates and...lard.”
Klavier stared at the piece suspiciously, setting down his phone on the counter so he could take his plate of this potential crime happening at him in his home. “I’m still going to wait for you to take the first bite.”
“Fair enough,” Apollo shrugged, thankfully aware that he was a criminal and should be tried as such at a later date. And not the food kind.
But he took a bite of his piece, and Klavier watched him go from braced, to delighted, to joyful confusion. “ Oh my god … Babe... you gotta try this.”
“Babe” always made him a little concerned. Nothing good ever came out of “babe.”
But for Apollo, he would try this potential crime.
It tasted as if it had coconut or something in there. It was a nice little cake.
“There’s sauerkraut in this. It’s chocolate and sauerkraut and I don’t know what happened but it’s good and I think I might be some kind of baking wizard because it doesn’t taste like sauerkraut.”
Klavier stared at the cake. “There is no way there’s sauerkraut in here.”
“I can prove it,” Apollo set down his plate and went back into the recycling, pulling out an empty container of sauerkraut triumphantly.
He stood there completely dumbfounded. How does one react to being served cabbage in a cake? Especially by someone who seemed so proud of himself. As if Klavier was once more a child and needed to have his vegetables snuck into his food.
“I honestly cannot believe you.” he shook his head. “I’m going back to finish my makeup.”
A quick glance to his chat showed they were equally as shocked and scandalized that Apollo had snuck that by him. Good to know his chat had his back.
He retrieved it from the kitchen counter and turned to go back to the bathroom.
“Fine, I’ll do my best to not eat the rest of this cake without you. I don’t even like sweets but it’s
sauerkraut!”
He seemed so proud of himself and the crimes he had committed today.
But as much as Klavier hated to admit, it
was
a good cake, and there was a good chance he would be having more after.