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“I just wish he wasn’t so oblivious! While it’s adorable at times, it is starting to just be nothing but aggravating!” Klavier vented to the black and white-haired man sitting at the only desk in the room. Simon continued to watch with an unwavering gaze as the blond strode back and forth around the room. Taka occasionally looked up from her perch to give Klavier an annoyed look before going back to her preening.

“So let me get this straight, Gavin-dono,” Simon said once Klavier finally sat down across from him. “This morning, while getting some coffee, you bumped into Apollo and struck up a conversation.”

“Ja.”

“And at some point, you point-blank asked him to go get dinner.”

“Ja, ja.”

“But he said that you shouldn’t be canceling plans for him.”

“Yes!”

“Especially since you two were just friends?” The prosecutor threw his hands up in the air, causing Taka to let out a squawk at the sudden movement.

“Exactly! Like, what is that supposed to mean??” Before Klavier could go on another tangent, Simon interrupted him.

“Do you remember when we all went for drinks last weekend?” he asked. The blond gave him a confused look.

“Of course I do. Why?”

“Remember how, when Justice-dono got drunk, he started to lean on you? And get close?” A blush bloomed along Klavier’s face as he stuttered out something in German, but Simon continued. “Remember how you said you didn’t want to take advantage of his obvious flirting and advances because you were friends and he was drunk?”

“Of course, but-”

“How would this situation be different from that one?” Simon pressed. The “Glimmerous Fop” opened his mouth to say something but closed it. His mouth kept opening and closing as he struggled to find something to say. 

“He was drunk,” he eventually said. The dual haired man scoffed at the weak rebuttal.

“You and I both know that when one is drunk their inhibitions are stripped, Gavin-dono,” Simon countered. “Though I do understand why you would want to wait until he was sober, you haven’t done anything other than skirt around the issue. If you want results, Klavier, you have to ask the questions to his face- like a real prosecutor in pursuit of Justice.”

The German quietly sat for a few moments, mulling over the words said to him in his head. Then he stood up with a familiar, bright as fuck smile. He gave his fellow prosecutor finger guns as he walked backwards towards the door.

“Danke, Herr Blackquil,” Klavier said. “Your words are truly inspiring. I must indeed act like a true prosecutor in pursuit of Justice.”

“About bloody time,” Simon called after him. With a wave of his hand, Klavier was off to find Apollo and finally ask him point-blank to go out with him. Meanwhile, Simon turned back to his paperwork eager to get back to his work before the end of the day, when Athena would no doubt talk his ear off about how a certain brunet was visited by a certain blond ex-rockstar.