What's up my homie? 1/1
Title: What's Up My Homie
Words: 295
Rating:PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice
Warnings: Crack
Summary:From the PW kink meme Part 13. The prompt was Klavier failing to be an OG and trying to impress Apollo.
Apollo walked down the hallway in the prosecutors building and toward Klavier Gavin's office door. He had received a very vague text message from the blond prosecutor that he had something important to show him.
'It better damn well be important. I had to stay up all night helping to clean up one of Trucy's magic tricks gone wrong.' thought Apollo as he neared the door. The door to Prosecutor Gavin's door was cracked open and Apollo knocked once and opened the door.
"So what is so impor...tant...Gavin?" Apollo began to ask but it died on his lips when his eyes fell on the former rock star.
"Ah! What is up my homie, Herr Forehead?" asked Klavier. "Give me some dap!"
Apollo was utterly confused and puzzled. "What? Why in the hell are you talking like that, what is up with your hair and what the hell are you wearing?!"
Klavier's hair was in cornrows and he was wearing a plethora of gold chains around his neck, and he was wearing baggy pants that showed his boxers, and a black wife beater. "Well you were a street kid right? I was just trying to relate with you and show you, Herr Forehead, that I can be "down with that" as well," he said with a grin on his face.
Apollo stared for a few more seconds before turning around and walking out. Klavier's grin turned into a frown as he ran to the door of his office and called out to Apollo.
"Where are you going, Herr Forehead? I thought you were my dog, man?"
Apollo glanced back. " It's too early morning to deal with this shit right now. I'm going back to bed and pray that this was just one big bad dream."
Words: 295
Rating:PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairings: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice
Warnings: Crack
Summary:From the PW kink meme Part 13. The prompt was Klavier failing to be an OG and trying to impress Apollo.
Apollo walked down the hallway in the prosecutors building and toward Klavier Gavin's office door. He had received a very vague text message from the blond prosecutor that he had something important to show him.
'It better damn well be important. I had to stay up all night helping to clean up one of Trucy's magic tricks gone wrong.' thought Apollo as he neared the door. The door to Prosecutor Gavin's door was cracked open and Apollo knocked once and opened the door.
"So what is so impor...tant...Gavin?" Apollo began to ask but it died on his lips when his eyes fell on the former rock star.
"Ah! What is up my homie, Herr Forehead?" asked Klavier. "Give me some dap!"
Apollo was utterly confused and puzzled. "What? Why in the hell are you talking like that, what is up with your hair and what the hell are you wearing?!"
Klavier's hair was in cornrows and he was wearing a plethora of gold chains around his neck, and he was wearing baggy pants that showed his boxers, and a black wife beater. "Well you were a street kid right? I was just trying to relate with you and show you, Herr Forehead, that I can be "down with that" as well," he said with a grin on his face.
Apollo stared for a few more seconds before turning around and walking out. Klavier's grin turned into a frown as he ran to the door of his office and called out to Apollo.
"Where are you going, Herr Forehead? I thought you were my dog, man?"
Apollo glanced back. " It's too early morning to deal with this shit right now. I'm going back to bed and pray that this was just one big bad dream."