Emi's Ace Attorney Drabbles

[Guest]

Why hadn't I seen this?! I'm late! (Well, not too late, but you get me). I love your drabbles so much! And the Klapollo ones are gold! 

On 8/11/2018 at 3:34 PM, emichan94 said:

"I... I suppose I'm feeling a... touch out of sorts...."

 Oh Edgeworth, just say "Yes, I'm sick" and that'll do  But seriously, that was so in character! That's something our favorite prosecutor would say.

On 8/11/2018 at 4:03 PM, emichan94 said:

"I wasd't allowed od that case adyway."

 -remembers Turnabout Reclaimed and suffers because Apollo didn't have an important role-

 I love the way you write, hope to see more from you! 

[SpookyBoi]

Lol I love how you write Apollo, he such a grumpy stubborn birb, and Klavier just so loves his grumpy birb.

[Flufferdust]

Back with a platonic, best friends Phoenix and Maya drabble.

I wanted to experiment with the idea of Phoenix being absolutely pathetic when he's sick, since he wasn't much better during his college days.

I don't ship them together romantically and actually write Maya paired with Simon Blackquill on my personal docs but if there was any interest on here I might be willing to share those. Anyway, for now I hope you guys enjoy.

 

Manflu

Characters: Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey

Words: 1,768

 

“HUH'ASHOOOO! HUH-RUSHHOO! AH...AHUUUH!”

Maya jolted in her rolling chair, her magazine tumbling out of her hands as the wheels rattled against the chair mat.

“Bless you,” she muttered, a little frustrated from losing her spot and her heart skipping yet another few beats that day. She'd been so rudely awaken by her best friend's earth-shattering sneezes that morning and it had been a regular occurrence for.most of the day.

Usually, she would find it somewhat amusing, but Phoenix's cold sneezes weren't as playfully obnoxious as his normal ones.

A sick Phoenix was a relatively quiet Phoenix, and most of the time he had little to no warning on when some more sneezes were going to strike, which made it a not-so-fun game of “How can I scare Maya again”.

“Sorry,” Phoenix muttered weakly from his desk, tugging a few tissues out of the hollowing box beside him and giving a thick, gurgling honk.

“You know, one of these days I'm just gonna keel over when you scare me like that, Nick,” Maya said, puffing her cheeks out as she reached for the magazine and placed it on his desk.

She propped herself backwards on the chair, peering over the back at her miserable friend who tightened the blanket of his shoulders.

“And a dead spirit medium is…. Pretty useless.”

“I did't beed to scare you,” Phoenix mumbled. “They just cobe so f-fast…”

He crinkled his nose for a moment, his jaw slacking open again as he got another hazy look in his eyes.

Maya lowered herself immediately as Phoenix sneezed the tissue out of his palm and the pages of the magazine fluttered wildly.

“HAH'SHOOO! Ihh'HIRSHHHH! TUH'HUHSCHUU!”

“Yeesh, say it don't spray it!” Maya yelped, poking at one of the tissue boxes on the ground with her toe and inching it closer towards Phoenix's chair.

Phoenix sniffled wetly, lifting a hand to his dripping nose a few moments too late.

“You're dot goig to catch it, you're the one who gave be this cold.”

Maya crossed her arms.

“Not on purpose! You were the one who kept coming and sitting with me.”

“Sorry for being worried,” Phoenix grumbled. 

Maya scoffed. “You're forgiven.”

She leaned over the back of the chair again as Phoenix sniffled and lowered his head against his palm. He gave a small shiver.

"Maybe you should think about going home, Nick," Maya said softly. "There's no one around here, anyway."

Phoenix swallowed, seemingly giving it some thought. The office had been dead today... And he was really starting to feel the effects of this cold.

He snatched another tissue, the last from its box and gave another harsh blow.

He glanced up blearily when Maya appeared before his desk.

"Do you think you're okay to bike home?"

Phoenix sniffled thickly, tucking his blanket around his neck. "Wadt to cobe hobe with be?"

Maya sighed. If she was being honest, her back had started to hurt from sleeping on the pull-out couch for the past few days and the couch in Phoenix's apartment was really soft...

No, no... With Phoenix so sick, she'd probably just be a burden on him and she wasn't too excited of being startled by his sneezes all night. She'd be fine at the office.

"I think I'll just stay here."

Phoenix frowned. "Baya... Please? I really dod't wadt to be alode todight..."

"Okay, okay," she sighed, reaching for her furoshiki behind the couch and stuffing it with a few spare robes. When she'd finished packing, Phoenix had slid into his coat, the blanket tightened over his head and shoulders. 

This was gonna be a rough drive home...

"C-Cad you drive?"

Maya huffed. "There are a lot of hills on the way back to your apartment. You're heavy.”

Phoenix sniffled. "P-Please..."

Getting on the bike was just as challenging as Maya had expected. She was used to standing on the back pegs and holding onto Phoenix's shoulders, but this was a lot more complicated. Phoenix had lowered himself, blanket and all onto the seat and she'd had to adjust herself on the pedals and hover over the bar.

"You're such a baby," Maya muttered, straddling the bar as she started their way up the hill."You know, I wasn't half as bad when I had the cold."

Phoenix let out an airy whimper behind her and she felt her eyes rolling.

These hills were a challenge to climb with Phoenix behind her, weighing the bike down, but by some miracle she had started to manage. She just had to stay focused on the bike lane, keep an eye on the lights and keep pressing forward. She could do this, she could…

"HRUSHHOO! HEHSHHH-EHSHYOOOO!"

Maya felt the bike swerve under them at the initial loud sound and Phoenix's weight being shifted. She felt the spray on the back of her thin, purple jacket but luckily not the dampness as she tried to stabilize them.

"Nick," she hissed, only for an immediate "I kdow, I'b sorry” from behind.

By the time they'd arrived almost 15 minutes later, she nearly left of the bike as fast she could. 

"You need a tissue, bad," she told Phoenix, who only sniffled and hugged his blanket around himself in return.

"Thaggyou..." Phoenix muttered congestedly. "For drivi’g."

Maya smirked, sliding out of her jacket and placing it in Phoenix's hand, who stared at her with a dazed, confused glance when she gave a slight shiver.

"Just use that. I felt like your personal tissue."

Phoenix glanced down at the speckles of spray and mess on the back of the jacket and felt his red cheeks heat up even more.

"I'b so sorry..."

"Dry clean only," Maya said softly, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye that Phoenix missed completely as he fumbled with his keys at the front door.

"Hey..." He said tiredly, once they managed to get on the elevator. "Do you think they'd deliver rabed here?"

Maya rose an eyebrow. "Mr. Eldoon? No way, he's got customers."

Phoenix sniffled back his running nose, considering wiping it on Maya's jacket if he was going to clean it, anyway.

"T-The store."

Maya's jaw dropped slightly in amusement.

"The convenience store? The one hardly down the street?"

Phoenix bit his lip, his eyes furrowing slightly. "I'm not huggry adyway, I was just woddering."

Maya couldn't help but smile. Mia had been right, Phoenix was a massive baby when it came to being sick.

She crossed her bare arms, rubbing away the goosebumps as Phoenix unlocked the door to the apartment and sneezed almost immediately after.

"HUUAGASHOOO! HEH-HERESHOO! HA'AHHHOO!”

He snatched a full tissue box from the coffee table, blowing his nose finally and wiping his face.

"O-Ow... Chapped..." He hissed softly.

Maya closed the door behind herself and made her way over to the couch to snag her thick blanket as she wrapped it around her shoulders.

"I'b goigg to bed... I thigk I'b gettigg a fever..."

Maya frowned, standing on her toes to feel his forehead with the tips of her fingers.

"Mm... You do feel a little warm," she murmured. "Get some rest, Nick. I'll be out here catching up on my shows."

She settled down on the couch, reaching for the remote and finding a list of Steel Samurai episodes she'd managed to DVR. By Phoenix's standards, he hadn't been too bad. He'd probably feel better enough to eat when he woke up in the morning.

"Baya?"

Maya resisted the urge to sigh as her finger hovered over the start button.

"Yeah?"

"Do you... Have that... Bedicide frob your village still?"

"Yeah, it should be in my furoshiki still. Help yourself."

Phoenix didn't move from his spot in his doorway, rocking on his heels.

"... Find it?" Maya ventured hopefully.

"Ah ub... Cad you? The roob is spiddig."

Maya sighed, getting up from the couch and over to the table for the medicine. 

"Making me get up at the beginning of the show," she grumbled, loud enough for him to hear. "You know, if you miss the beginning of the episode, you'll just be confused the whole time. The beginning is what sets the tone for the whole thing."

She made her way to Phoenix and placed the few jars in his hand.

"Are you gonna make it? Or do you need me to do it?"

"That'd be... Dice..." Phoenix sniffled.

Maya couldn't help but give a scoffing laugh. 

"You're absolutely hopeless, Nick!"

Phoenix muffled another wet triple into his blanket as he started trudging back to bed. Once he'd curled up on his side, he let out a congested sigh.

"Lemme check your fever first," Maya said softly, reaching for the bedside table and unsheathing the thermometer. "Say "Ah"."

Phoenix obeyed as Maya placed it under his tongue and poked his cheek.

"Hey," Phoenix muttered as Maya grinned.

"You're so dramatic, Nick. You should've continued being an actor."

Phoenix snorted as the thermometer beeped and Maya carefully took it out.

"99.5," she read aloud. "Might have to pack your bags, Nick. Looks like we're in for night at the hospital."

Phoenix sniffled.

"By head is swibbig."

Maya hummed. "Poor, Poor Nick."

She pulled back the blankets, tugging off his loose tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt before opening one of the jars and dipping her fingers inside.

She slathered the ointment on Phoenix's chest and neck, dabbing a few small dots of it on his upper lip.

"You'd better not sneeze on me," she warned, watching his nostrils beginning to flair and his chest rise and fall with hitches. "Wait for me to get you a tissue."

Phoenix snuffled weakly, giving a pathetic whimper as he desperately fought the sneezes creeping their way up.

Maya pulled the tissue box from Phoenix's arm, tugging out a handful and placing them in his shaky hands.

"GH-GUHASHOOOU! HHH'GUSHHHO!  HAP'TSCHUUUU! EHH'EHYSHHHH!"

He shuddered miserably after, tickly tears spilling over and Maya rolled her eyes but lowered herself against him in a hug.

"Bless you, bless you so many times, Nick."

Phoenix snuffled tiredly. 

"Will you sday with be..."

Maya sighed.

"You're going to snore, all night, right into my ear."

Phoenix sighed, but didn't open his eyes, miserably dabbing at his nose with a torn tissue.

"And you'll probably sneeze in my hair, too."

Phoenix moaned softly.

"But," Maya sighed dramatically. "If it's gonna keep you alive, I guess I can sacrifice my beauty sleep and the steel samurai marathon I've wanted to catch up on for days."

Phoenix wrapped an arm around her, burying his face into her shoulder.

"T-Thagks."

"No problem, you big baby."

[SpookyBoi]

You're under arrest for exceeding the recommended level of cute in a drabble. Iol I love this drabble with Maya and Phoenix, I miss the old duo and the characters are spot on with Maya pretending to complain but taking care of Phoenix still because she cares about him. It's just so sweet and platonic and nice. It made my heart warm and fuzzy.

I would read anything you wrote, I'm in desperate need of more Ace Attorney, please there's so little content, and your writing is so good!!! I would even do a trade.

[Flufferdust]

Chickynuggetofjustice- Thank you so much for your kind words! I really appreciate it. 

I hope you and everyone else don't mind too much but I'm feeling brave enough to share some of my Feyquill. Please pardon the crack pairing that holds a special place in my heart.

 

Detention Center

Characters: Maya Fey/Simon Blackquill

Words: 1080

Maya swallowed the lump growing in her throat as she opened her phone once more, staring at the message on her screen as if another reply would appear the longer she looked at it.

 

Meet me at the detention center. I’m afraid I can't make it like I’d promised.

 

She’d been queasy ever since she’d received it, nearly bursting into tears when she tried to call and went straight to voicemail.

“Maya, it's okay,” Phoenix told her seriously, taking her shoulders. “If you need me, I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

She sniffled, trying to wipe away the few tears that had formed in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. “O-O-Ok-kay….”

She sucked in a sharp breath, trying her best to compose herself and finally head out before Trucy and Athena returned from the theatre.

The bus ride felt as though it was endless, and by the time it'd finally pulled towards the stop near the police station, Maya wasn't entirely sure she wanted to get off.

She could just see him now, back in the heavy shackles he’d been wearing two years ago, the bags beneath his eyes darkening as he tried to hunch his back and act like his world wasn't falling apart around him.

She didn't know if she could handle seeing him in the same chair she’d been seated in so many times, feeling equally as powerless. She’d been here in her assistant days pretty often but without Phoenix… there was nothing she could do to help.

She tightened her grip on her phone, closing the screen as the bus pulled to a stop and she found herself hurrying down the aisle and the stairs. She tried to keep the fear out of her step, trying not to draw attention to herself as she walked to the front desk.

“I-I’m… I’m here to see Si-” her voice caught and she swallowed.

Come on, Maya. Get it together.

“Simon Blackquill. I was told to be here at 4:00.”

“He’s ready. Right this way.”

Maya bit her lip as she intertwined her fingers in front of her and followed the officer down the hallway. She couldn't cry. Tears would only make the situation a million times worse, and she didn't want to scare him when she knew this had to be his worst nightmare.

But once they reached the room and the officer unlocked the door for her, she couldn't help but make a mad dash for the window, where she saw Simon entering the room opposite, his hands lowered before him, under his jacket.

Oh, no.

Simon spoke to the guard on his side, most of it muffled to Maya as she only focused on getting a good, long look at him. What would she do if she couldn't see him for ages?

The guard replied, with an unamused glance and Simon smirked.

“It looks very inviting, I daresay I'm tempted.”

“Simon!!”

He looked up, a sad smile on his face.

“Maya.”

She swallowed thickly, unable to clearly hear his voice but she could read it on his lips as he slowly began to approach the window.

“W-What happened? I-I can call Nick, we can- he’ll-”

“Dod’t get your kdickers id a twist, I’b fi’d.”

Maya swallowed. “B-But you… your phone… what happened?”

Simon sniffled suddenly, lifting a hand out of his pocket with his familiar black handkerchief and Maya immediately noticed the lack of handcuffs.

He folded it over the bridge of his nose, sneezing into it harshly.

“U-UH’SHOOO! R-RUSHOO!”

He gave a quick gurgling blow, muttering behind the cloth.

“I caught a ruddy cold… I figured it'd be better for us to beet ligke this ad keep you frob catch-”

His eyes widened, halting his excuse when Maya pounded the window with a fist.

“You jerk! I can't believe you!”

Simon lowered his handkerchief, his nose dripping slightly as his jaw hung open.

“How could you do this? And tell me not to worry?!” She let another blow land on the window. “What's your problem?!”

“Hey! Quit banging that window or I’ll have you escorted out!” a guard called from behind her and she suddenly crumpled, tears forming in her eyes.

The blows hadn't been aimed at Simon, but she needed something to take her frustrations out on. She’d spent the past three hours beside herself, imagining the man she’d begun to fall in love with trembling on a cot, in a cold, dark cell. She’d spent two nights over a span of a year and couldn't imagine the nightmare of doing it for seven years.

“I-I thought… I thought something happened to you…” she whispered, letting a few tears fall.

“Y-You text me telling me to meet you here and… and I thought…”

Simon frowned.

“Baya, if I’d beed idcarcerated, you would't have beed idforbed through a text bessage.”

Maya hiccuped, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I-It makes sense now! Y-You… you…”

Simon heaved a heavy sigh, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket and leaning his forearm against the window.

“I did’t wadt to idfect you. I apologise… I suppose I hadn't thought it through. Is there…”

He sniffled.

“Is there adythig I cad do?”

“You could come over here and hug me, already,” Maya grumbled, sniffling herself.

“...But-”

“I don't care about your cold! Just get over here, Simon!”

Simon smirked, backing from the window and making his way out the doorway. Maya waited patiently as she heard the heavy locks of a few doors in the hallway and the door to her side open.

She stood her ground, sniffling again when she felt a warm pair of arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. She’d hadn't realized how hard she’d been trembling until then.

“Y-You owe me a movie marathon, and a fancy dinner, Buddy.”

Simon chuckled. “What a feisty lass.”

Maya bumped his chest lightly. “I mean it.”

The prosecutor lowered his head against her hair, resting his cheek against it until he tilted his head away from her.

“Huh-hh’RUSHOO! HEHSHHH!”

Maya felt her heart throb with worry as Simon slumped again her.

“Ugh… I biss that bloody wid’dow already.”

Maya let out a deep breath, turning to hug his chest. “B-Bless you. So.. you can leave here, right? There's no…”

Simon swallowed, tugging his handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at his nose.

“Doh. I cabe here od by owd accord.”

“Good,” Maya told him, tugging his sleeve. “Because we’re going home.”

[SpookyBoi]

This isn't what I normally ship since I normally ship Maya with Franziska, but this is really cute and I enjoyed reading it. It was really cute and it's been a ship that before now I wouldn't have considered but the way you write it, the relationship flows nicely. I'm a firm believer in people can ship what they want, also I'm a multishipper. Also, I'll always take some sick Blackquill being a dummy.  Two thumbs up would read again.

 

[Flufferdust]

Just a little project I've had in the works for a while now that covers Apollo's experiences in the agencies he's worked for. Unfortunately for Apollo, the first one was Kristoph Gavin's.

Under the right wing- Part 1/3

Characters: Apollo Justice, Kristoph Gavin, Clay Terran

Words: 1780

 

Apollo sniffled, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he twisted the key into the lock. He was used to opening the office during the week, but this morning forcing himself out of bed was much harder than usual. He cleared his throat, opening the door and resetting the alarm when it started it to beep before flicking the lights on.

His head throbbed and he reached into his pocket for his tissue packet already dwindling in number to blow his nose with a thick honk before he let himself settle into the clients chair.

Maybe the day would be short. He couldn't remember a day aside from one that the office closed early, but surely if there weren't any big clients or much paperwork he could leave after just a few hours.

A steamy, hot shower with a vapor rub ice cube sounded heavenly and the idea of a nap, even a short one, seemed almost too good to be true.

I’m fine, Apollo told himself tiredly, muffling a loud, harsh sneeze into his elbow and feeling his head throb once more. I’ll be fine.

He let his head lull back tiredly until he heard the handle and leapt up despite his dizziness.

“Good morning,” Kristoph said, shedding his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

“Good bordi’g, Bister Gavid. How are you?”

Yikes. Was that his voice? His boss seemed almost as surprised as he did.

“Well, you sound pleasant this morning.”

Apollo resisted the urge to sniffle. “I thigk I caught a cold.”

Kristoph smiled lightly, settling down at his desk.

“That’s a shame,” he replied. “You biked here, didn't you? Glad to see you made it.”

Apollo swallowed thickly. He’d been part of this agency for almost half a year now, but he still couldn't read his boss. Hopefully he wasn't angry? He sounded fine, mildly surprised, but only as surprised as Apollo had ever seen.

“Be too,” Apollo said lamely, clearing his throat to try and fight off the tickle growing in the back of his sinuses. It quickly backfired and he buried his face into his elbow with another harsh “HUH’JRSHHHOO!”

Goosebumps lined his arms immediately, his face heating up from the echo of his sneeze reverberating off of the walls.

Kristoph didn't reply, opening a folder on his desk and flipping through it. Apollo reached for the last tissue in his pocket, wiping the base of his sore nose gingerly.

“Justice.”

“Y-Yes sir?”

“I need you to do a follow up on the Sheffield case. The next trial is tomorrow.”

Apollo blinked. “Uh…”

Sheffield case… It sounded familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it….

“Call theb?”

Kristoph lifted his head, adjusting his glasses.

“Yes. Unless they are in the office already, that's how follow ups work.”

“R-Right, suh-sorr-sorre- EH’DDJEWWW! HAP’JSHIEWWW! Ugh… 'scuse be…”

Kristoph pursed his lips ever-so-slightly before offering him a fake smile that Apollo could see for miles.

“And Justice?”

Apollo blew his nose into the soaked tissue, sniffling miserably as he glanced around to find that as he thought, there wasn't a box of them anywhere.

"Don't do that into the phone. I'm relying heavily on this case."

Apollo felt his face heat up once more, a careful hand extending a finger under his chapped nose.

"R-Right. Sorry, sir."

The morning took a lot longer than he’d hoped it would. He sniffled and held back powerful sneezes as he tried his best to keep his voice as professional as possible despite the croak setting in.

By lunch, he’d opted into taking a dreamless nap at his desk, waking a half hour later in a puddle of drool. He mopped it up tiredly with his sleeve, trying to force himself back into working order for the rest of his shift.

Kristoph didn't speak much, aside from orders and Apollo swallowed back his sore throat trying his best to keep it together as best he could. His head was throbbing, his throat growing more and more raw with every sneeze and he felt increasingly dizzy as the congestion plugged up his sinuses and ears.

“B-Bister Gavid…” he asked quietly, as the clock reached 5:15 p.m. “I really dod't feel well… If it's dot a probleb, cad I go hobe early?”

Kristoph slid his glasses back up the bridge of his nose into place and looked up from his page with a sigh that didn't sound frustrated or sympathetic.

“We always lock up at six. You can't make it 45 minutes longer?”

Apollo clenched his jaw guiltily. The way his boss asked, sounding genuinely confused, almost hurt more than if he’d been yelled at. It toyed with his thoughts and he lowered his head slightly. Maybe he was being a baby. If he didn't seem sick enough to Kristoph, maybe it really was just a touch of manflu.

He suffered through the last 45 minutes in somewhat of a daze, sniffling back his runny nose and trying not to count the seconds until he could home and blow it. When 6 p.m. finally arrived, he gathered his things without looking as though he was in hurry and waited for Kristoph to make his exit before locking the door.

***

Apollo stumbled into his apartment almost a half hour later, ripping off his coat and tossing his bag against the wall as he kicked off his shoes. He dragged his feet into the kitchen, filling a glass from the counter with cold water and gulped it back before grabbing the ice cube tray from the freezer and trudging down the hall with it to the bathroom.

It seemed almost too good to be true, he thought in a daze. To finally be home, to finally get some relief. He turned the shower head on, cranking the faucet to the hottest setting before twisting the tray and letting all twelve ice cubes gather over the drain. He swallowed as they began to steam up, pulling the hem of his shirt up over his head and snatching a handful of tissues from the box on the back of the toilet and settling down onto the covered seat to blow his nose with a thick gurgle that filled the tissues immediately.

He crumpled them, tossing them away before grabbing a fresh batch and continuing to blow with a soft cough as he got used to idea of breathing even a little through his nose again.

He sucked in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils as the strong scent of menthol hit him like a brick wall and he hurriedly took his pants off, sliding into the shower to welcome it.

Apollo's mouth fell open, despite the horrid taste of the steam as he felt his nose being to stream freely, the potent steam breaking away at his congestion way faster than he’d expected.

“hh...hih-ihh…” he moaned desperately, impatiently as the tickle grew and faded on repeat, taunting him until he braced himself against the tile and stared out at the light on the ceiling.

“HHHR’DJISHOO! D’JSHHOO-IJ’SHOOO! HUH-R’DJJJJISHHH! HEH’JOOO!”

He sniffled wetly, feeling the immediate effects of the disaster on his face before he titled it into the stream of water to rinse off. He swallowed, glancing around through streaming eyes to find a washcloth.

He finally spotted one in the corner, pressing his nose to the inside of his elbow as he reached for it.

“AH’JISHIIIEEE! JUH'SHOOO! HhhH-! huhh...hihhh… ddgh…”

He tightened his grip on the washcloth, leaning all of his weight against the wall as he continued to hitch and wait for the next wave. When it failed to come, he cupped the cloth over his nose and mouth, giving it a good rub before exploding into it instantly.

“HRHH’PFFOO! HEHJ’PFFF!! EH’PRFFF! Ih.. ihhh… Ih’DJPFFOO-HE’PFFF-D’HPFFF!”

He sniffled, his mouth agape once again as he leaned forward to rinse his face and the cloth in his hands before he noticed that his eyes has stopped burning and watering. The steam was mostly water now, the Vicks cubes that had been covering the drain completely melted away.

He cleared his throat, noticing how little of a voice he had left after such a long fit and lowered himself onto his bottom, letting the hot water pelt him for another twenty minutes.

When he finally made his way out of the bathroom, he collapsed onto his bed in his boxers, sniffling thickly and glancing as his phone started to buzz next to his head.

“H-Hello?” He croaked.

“Dude! What's wrong with you?!” A voice boomed. “How can you send your best friend a text saying you feel awful and then ignore their calls and texts all day? You’d better tell me you were asleep.”

Apollo swallowed.

“C-Clay,” he said softly, glancing at his missed calls to find that there were 17, 14 text messages to accompany them. He’d been in such haze the entire day he hadn't even thought about looking at his phone. “D-Doh, Sorry, I was at worgk.”

“Work?” Clay replied. “Are you kidding me? Gavin didn't give you the day off?”

Apollo sniffled, turning his head away from the receiver to sneeze at his wrist.

“HUH’JISHHOO! D-Doh… Oped to close.”

Clay sighed.

“And not a second earlier, right? Jeez, Apollo, I don't know why you stay there.”

Apollo lowered his arm to wipe it on his boxers before clearing his throat.

“Bodey. Reputatiod,” he muttered. “Bister Gavid did’t seeb codcerded, so baybe-”

Clay groaned audibly, and Apollo could imagine the guy running a hand through his thick black hair and down his face like he always did when he was exasperated.

“Dude, Gavin didn't notice because he's got a black hole for a heart. Take it from me, you sound bad. He should’ve sent you home when you got there.”

Apollo sniffled, twitching his nose again as he felt his chest tighten.

“O-oh.. hih-hh...gkay…” he muttered. “hihh-huh-”

“Bless you.”

“HR’UHJSHHH! Thaggyou…”

“Is there anything I can get for you?” Clay sighed. “Besides a new job?”

“I’m f-fide,” Apollo croaked, reaching for his water bottle and taking two pills with a swig. “Just godda take sobe cold bedicide a’d sleep… I have worgk toborrow…”

“Y-Yeah… Okay, if you need anything I'm just a call away,” Clay replied softly. “Don't be a stranger, Pollo.”

His only reply was a congested snore.

[SpookyBoi]

Why? Why did you do this to the chicken nugget? This drabble broke my heart, poor Apollo he's just so sick and miserable. Clay protect the chicken nugget.

Okay, dramatics aside, this was so good (even if it hurt), you captured a part of Apollo that is just so heartbreaking but also understandable. That need to please people and putting another person's opinion/needs over his own health. Apollo really is the type of person to push through illness/pain in favor of not looking stupid or needy.

I really could see Apollo doing these things, and I can't wait for more. 

[Guest]

Ohhh poor Apollo! I completely agree with ChikyNugget's comment, it was kind of sad, but Apollo's totally the type to do that, so glad he's now working with Phoenix! 

(also I dislike Kristoph a bit more after this )

[Arty]

Im Apollo basically so....i feel for him. BUUUUT OMFG!!!! I missed the HUSBANDRY THAT IS MILESXPHOENIX!?!? Awwwwww its SOOOOOOO GOOOODDDD!!!!!! 

[SpookyBoi]

On 4/10/2019 at 6:18 PM, EvaBloom said:

Ohhh poor Apollo! I completely agree with ChikyNugget's comment, it was kind of sad, but Apollo's totally the type to do that, so glad he's now working with Phoenix! 

(also I dislike Kristoph a bit more after this )

Exactly Pheonix get your butt over here and rescue your gay chicken nugget son, Kristoph Gavin is a terrible human.