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Blue blooded royal body Elegantly posed to death

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(xmfxne) "Uh, M-Mr. Gavin, S-Sir? Merry Christmas." Apollo said meekly as he presented a neatly wrapped Christmas gift to his boss.

@xmfxne || Christmas

Kristoph glances up from the papers that he has been putting the finishing touch on signing off on. Truthfully, Christmas was just another day for Kristoph Gavin. It wasn't as if he had much family to speak of to celebrate with, and the only family member he did have was usually off galavanting when this time of came around.

The brightly colored wrapping paper draws his attention down to Apollo's hands, and a finely manicured brows arch ever-so-slightly.

"I see." He lifts the box into his hands, turning it carefully until he finds the taped seam and reaches for his letter opener to save himself from having to pick at it with his nails. "Merry Christmas to you as well, Mr. Justice. I'm afraid I don't have a gift to give in return-- I don't often celebrate."

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Screaming and crying and kicking and screaming in the afterlife rn. 😔

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“This is just payback! Karma’s a bitch!!” Apollo laughed, keeping Clay on the floor as best he could. However, with the way he was laughing, it would be pretty hard to keep him there if Clay decided to squirm around.

So instead, Apollo positioned himself to sort of lay on top of him, hoping to try and further squeesh him. “That’s what you get!”

     Clay would squirm and try and knock Apollo off, but, instead, he lays like a dead fish and pouts-- keenly aware of one thing. Apollo could be an absolute gremlin, when he wanted to be, so in all likelihood, if he did get back up, he would probably just end up being bowled over again anyway.

     “You’ll never get me to retract my statement.” He twists his head, turning his nose up and huffing snootily. “You’re always going to be king noodle arms.”

(Sometimes you just gotta be suplexed by your bestie.) @apollosghosts

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare!” He snarls, knowing exactly what’s about to come, “Don’t you dare! DON’T YOU-- AAAAHH!!” He laughed, being practically thrown onto his bed with a trademark ‘Chords of Steel’ squeal. 

"Clay you asshole!!” He was lucky Mr. Alguy wasn’t home from work yet, otherwise Apollo probably would have been in trouble for swearing. “Getcha ass over here!” He cried, big old goofy smile betraying him as he attempts to chase the much taller, faster, and stronger other. 

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Just a fair warning: every ship with Clay is a slow-burn ship.

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The fall hurt a little bit, leaving a mark on his chin and definitely a bruise under his bracelet, but it did little more than stun Apollo. He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin, so instead he tried to hide it in his arm before lunging and wrapping Clay into a bare hug, trying to pin his arms so he can’t do much of anything. 

He laughed, trying to tackle Clay to the floor as best he can without hurting him.  “Can’t get rid of me that easily!!” 

       “NO! NOOOO! BETRAYAL! I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!!” Clay is hollering loud enough to wake the dead, trying to squirm his arms free of Apollo’s grip. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CALLED ME THE ASSHOLE!! ME?! I AM INNOCENT IN ALL OF THIS!!!”

       Apollo managed to tip Clay off balance and they tumble backwards to the floor as Clay mourns this level of betrayal. Unbelievable.

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Apollo continued his little chase, trying not to laugh like the little gremlin he was. “Yeah, right! And when am I gonna have time to do that?! I was only making a comment!!” Unfortunately, hardwood floors and socks, which Apollo scarcely took off, was a universally bad combination when chasing your best friend around. Damn his sensitive feet! 

All Clay had to do was turn a corner, which, given how small Mr. Alguy’s house was, was inevitable. Apollo’s socks went sliding under his weight, and he slipped and fell on his arm and chin with a grunt. 

      Clay had nearly wiped out himself around that corner, and he hears the clatter and groan of his friend hitting the floor behind him. Clay manages to stop with a skid of his own, turning back around and padding back towards Apollo.

       “Are you okay?” He kneels down, next to Apollo, hands hovering like he’s unsure if he should help Apollo up or not. “You didn’t break anything, right?”

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(xmfxne) "Leave Mr. Gavin alone, he didn't do anything!"

"Thank you, Mr. Justice, though I suspect they are only trying to get under my skin." Kristoph smiles, giving Apollo a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Still, your willingness to stand up for me shows great character. Wonderful job."

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So, were you born with that stick up your ass, or did someone put it up there?

"Very funny. Considering I'm in a work-place and that I value the reputation of my family, of course I see more... ahem, grave than I actually am. I take my job seriously and I take my reputation seriously If you want to see me relaxed, perhaps you shouldn't come seeking me during business hours."

That much, at least, is true. He spends quite a bit of his time playing with and cuddling his dog.

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If I recycle you, does that mean I get a Klavier?

"I highly doubt you could ever recycle me to be as stubborn and insubordinate as my sibling, nor could you get me to pick up a guitar. Not all Gavins are built the same, I suppose."

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You know what, Kristoph -bites your hand-

Kristoph reels back, the twitching growing worse. Revolting.

"Even Vongole can grasp the concept of not biting polite company, you child." He snatches his hand away, quickly reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a handkerchief and resolving to wash his hands at the soonest opportunity. "She responds to treats, but something tells me a squirt bottle would be a more fitting way to train you."

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*picks up Kristoph and throws him in the trash* WHERE YOU BELONG

Kristoph grimaces, his face twitching down into an irritated frown.

"You do realize this is a law firm, correct? And that the bin you just put me in was paper waste? Do I look recyclable to you?"

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Oh sorry sir, I was talking to that bastard shit stain behind you-- the tall one, not the short one in red.

"The tall one? Apollo's boss?" Clay turns his head around to look at the man who's currently absorbed in a book.

He doesn't even look up.

"Certainly not. They must have me mistaken for someone else. I'll be sure to pass your message along to Klavier, for you."

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Feral bastard stink man

"That's Mr. Feral Bastard Stink Man, thank you." Clay mocks. Feral bastard, yeah, maybe, but he just showered this morning!

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(Sometimes you just gotta be suplexed by your bestie.) @apollosghosts

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare!” He snarls, knowing exactly what’s about to come, “Don’t you dare! DON’T YOU– AAAAHH!!” He laughed, being practically thrown onto his bed with a trademark ‘Chords of Steel’ squeal. 

“Clay you asshole!!” He was lucky Mr. Alguy wasn’t home from work yet, otherwise Apollo probably would have been in trouble for swearing. “Getcha ass over here!” He cried, big old goofy smile betraying him as he attempts to chase the much taller, faster, and stronger other. 

      Clay laughs delightedly scrambling out of Apollo’s grasp as he gives chase.

      “I’m the asshole? You’re the one who said that I didn’t look like I was gaining any muscle!” He strafes out of the way of Apollo’s grip, grinning. “Maaaaybe I wouldn’t be able to lift you up if you did some lifting yourself.”

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(xmfxne) "CLAY I SWEAR TO-- WHATEVER GOD YOU WANT, PUT ME DOWN, YOU'VE PROVED YOUR POINT!!"

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"Oh? You want me to put you down?" Clay sing-songs as he laughs, still holding Apollo up in the air by the waist like a misbehaving cat. "Okie dokie~"

He doesn't want to hurt Apollo, so at least he's kind enough to walk the two of them over to the soft surface of Apollo's bed before he suplexes his best friend.