Apollo draped himself on the couch at the Wright Anything Agency, letting his arm droop over the side and slipping his other hand behind his head. He was tired--unusually so. His joints ached, his throat burned (which of course meant no "Chords of Steel" this evening), his nose went between stopped up and runny, he had a cough, and he felt like he was burning up.
"...Oh great. I hate this already..." He mumbled, just as the phone rang.
Apollo dragged himself over to the phone and answered it. "Wright Anything Agency. Apollo Justice, attorney-at-law, speaking."
"Oh ho ho...Guess I called at the right time, Herr Forehead. It it'd been answered by Herr Wright I'd have hung up."
Apollo knew that voice anywhere.
"Pr-prosecutor Gavin? You mean you're the person that keeps doing that?" He asked, wincing with the last few words.
Klavier chuckled. "Yep. So...how's the overlord of foreheads?"
"Sick." Apollo mumbled.
"I'll be right over!" Klavier announced with a lilt in his voice.
Apollo hung up and staggered back over to the couch, flopping down. No sooner had he gotten comfortable before the door opened wide.
"I'll help you, Odeko-kun!" Klavier's voice still hadn't gotten rid of that lilt.
Apollo lofted a brow. "Ode..." Here he paused to cough. "Odeko-kun?"
"Picked up the word for 'forehead' during my vacation to Japan after that trial. Thought it'd sound cute to call you that." Klavier explained.
Apollo murmured. "Sounds better than...I'unno...'Herr Forehead'."
"But I love calling you that too!" Klavier pouted.
"...Ugh....you can call me King Mud Happiness if you want. Just so long as you do what you came here to do..." Apollo grunted.
Klavier suddenly slid his hand up Apollo's shirt, causing the defense attorney to squeak; however, he didn't grope the attorney--in fact, he seemed more serious than normal, his expression the most serious one he ever gave. He placed his hand right above the heart, seeming to try to feel the rhythm. He quickly slid his hand out of the shirt after a few seconds of feeling the other's heartbeat, then placed his palm on Apollo's broad forehead.
"...Are you about to smooth back my bangs or something?" Apollo mumbled.
Klavier shook his head. "As much as I'd love to inspect your rather spacious forehead, I've got bigger concerns. I'm checking you for fever."
"...Isn't that what a thermometer was made f..." Apollo began, suddenly cut off.
"It's illogical to waste the thermometer's batteries if it doesn't seem like you have a fever. You should know the method to my madness by now." Klavier frowned.
(Yeah. Madness.) Apollo thought to himself before mumbling. "...S'pose you're right, Glamorous Fop."
"...Please stop using that nickname that Fraulein Detective gave me. It's rather annoying."
"And the nickname 'Herr Forehead' isn't?"
" Touché. I think I'll call you 'Odeko-kun' outside of court, ja?"
Klavier suddenly lifted his hand off Apollo's forehead, planting a kiss in the middle, then got up and rummaged around in a few drawers. Without warning, he shoved a thermometer into Apollo's mouth and turned it on. A few minutes later, the thermometer beeped.
"...A fever. And a pretty warm one at that." Klavier murmured.
"What's my temp?" Apollo grumbled.
Klavier meeped. "Um...well...102.6 degrees. I'm hoping that's in Fahrenheit."
"...You're not in Germany, Blondie." Apollo muttered.
"And you're a bitch when you're sick." Klavier smiled half-heartedly. "...the point being that maybe you should lighten up you stick-in-the-mud."
Apollo turned over. "Just get me a blanket and go do whatever..."
"...You do realize I'm not going to leave until Herr Wright and Fraulein Trucy get back, ja? So I guess I'll just flop into a recliner or something and watch over you until you tell me you need something."
"Blanket. Flop. Stare at me and nod off. Now fetch the blanket."
Klavier snooped around for a blanket, then tossed the first blanket he could find over Apollo. He then sunk into the loveseat across from the couch and propped his feet up on the table between the seats. Apollo looked cute when he was asleep. At least...that's what Klavier thought.
Klavier soon nodded off, humming a lullaby. An hour later, he opened his eyes, widening them as he saw Phoenix and Trucy standing over him.
"Boo." Phoenix snickered jokingly.
"Hi Prosecutor Gavin! Thanks for taking care of Polly!" Trucy smiled widely.
"How'd you know?" Klavier blinked. "I mean...I dozed off..."
Phoenix shook his head. "Because stuff from drawers is all over the place and there's a thermometer next to Apollo. Oh. And because Apollo keeps on mumbling 'Doctor Gavin' in his sleep."
Klavier's face turned as red as Apollo's outfit; he was never going to live this down. Never.