And It's Beginning to Snow

No one saw it coming, and yet, Klavier Gavin sighed. "It's going to snow…"

The weather forecasts said differently. However, the truth was in every single one of the specks of white all over Apollo's coat, as he entered his office. "Where on EARTH did THAT come from?" he said in a mildly frustrated voice. Now he was wet and cold… and with nothing to do about it. The heating was limited, and he was stuck in his wet suit for the remainder of the day, or at least until it dried.

Suddenly, he noticed something out of place on his desk. More specifically, his important paperwork that he specifically told no one to touch, had been moved to make room for something that hadn't been there before. It was a rounded stone mug with a stylish red and brown pattern of lines and dots on it. But even more appealing to him at the moment, was the smell of hot chocolate.

Looking closer, he sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. How garish… there was only one possible culprit who would do something so… outlandish, and yet be completely unaware that it was so. Apollo smiled warmly at the whipped cream heart drawn in the center. It was starting to melt, so he figured it was time for him to start enjoying his treat.

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Upon leaving the office for the day, Apollo remembered the empty mug and decided that he couldn't just keep it here. It would have to go back to Gavin himself, and the sooner, the better.

Walking into the prosecutor's office, he felt almost appalled by its disastrous layout. Prosecutor Gavin wasn't there, but Apollo didn't mind. He tried to find a place to set the mug where it would be easily seen, but that proved to be a harder task than he initially thought it would be. On his way out the door of the building, he saw two little boys selling hot chocolate. "How ironic…" Apollo muttered under his breath, smiling. It was a good thing… after all, he hated owing people.

He walked all the way back to Klavier's office. Apollo hoped he might just sit it on the desk and leave. But when he returned, Klavier was sitting in his chair, tapping his fingers in an irritated rhythm on the small empty space on the desk in front of him. Yet, he heard the door open and looked right away. "Ah! Justice… come in!" he always used such a pleasantly warm and friendly voice when he was talking to Apollo casually. Unadmittedly, Apollo liked the unspoken bond they shared. It was one of trust, teamwork and friendship. Together they would find all truths.

It was a promise.

"Thought I might repay your kindness." Apollo said, holding out the cup for him. His head was turned away, sheepishly, but he was still smiling. Klavier took it and smiled softly, moving the cup a bit, letting the drink roll around in the cup before drinking it.

Pouting Klavier looked up at Apollo with dramatic, wide, hurt eyes. "It was just an afterthought, wasn't it? And after all the thought and hard-work I put into making that." He sniffled. "Don't you know how much love I put into that?! You trampled on my heart. Oww…" It was probably just his teasing, Apollo knew. But for some reason, he acted.

He leaned down and gave the prosecutor a peck on the lips. If Klavier was shocked, he didn't show it. "Happy now?" Apollo grinned sheepishly. His cheeks were tinted red, but for once, his body and mind didn't disengage. Klavier seemed to contemplate it and shook his head.

"Nope. Not enough… do it again." He was grinning invitingly, and Apollo couldn't resist. After all… his lips tasted like chocolate.

But from that point on, the hot chocolate on Klavier's desk was forgotten along with all the other cluttered junk…