[And of course, Clay gets there quickly. He missed Apollo a lot, and he can't help being worried. Usually when people sleep that long, they "go back home", remember things that happened to them in the future. What happened to Apollo, if that was the case? How far ahead is he now? He's excited to know, but also nervous. Had he moved on? What's life without Clay like?
Well. He'll cross that bridge when he gets there. Apollo's muscles might be stiff from not being used, that's another concern there. So he won't text him letting him know he's on the ship, but instead will just go ahead to Apollo's room, knock on the door, then open it with a big smile, a bag of cookies in hand.]
[Apollo nearly jumps when Clay comes beaming right on in, as he did expect Clay to give him a heads up. But he's right, the lawyer's not that big on moving too much just yet. He manages to push himself up proper though, rubbing at his head. Jeezus, nts, see if he has any good hair products leftover from their last pit stop.
He doesn't say anything immediately, sort of staring at Clay with. . .less nostalgia and more resignation. Somehow, his dead bestie walking around suddenly seems pretty dang normal. Or at least, acceptable. He finally lets out a snort.]
. . .I feel more like I was sleeping in the briar patch and then got hit by a bus. That's the part they don't tell you about in the story.
[With that, Clay makes his way in proper. With the rooms being so small here, it doesn't take long at all to reach his bedside, where he plops the cookies in Apollo's lap before he himself sits on the edge of the bed.]
I made your favorite yesterday. I was kind of hoping the smell would wake you up.
Woah. [A surprised blink at the treat, picking it up to examine it as if it's evidence.] Are these real?? Or like, gel cookies. . .not that those wouldn't be fine, too!
--Though, ah, I don't think that actually works in real life, the smell thing, I mean. But the thought is appreciated. And now that I think of it, I am really hungry! [Which leads his mind to questioning how is he even alive. He hasn't eaten or drank anything for nearly a month THAT IS NOT NATURAL...but he opts not to voice that at the moment, instead, taking a small bite of a cookie. What is Apollo's favorite??. Probably something like oatmeal or macademia. MAYBE TOGETHER. Who knows.]
They're the real thing! Made from actual real ingredients and everything. Only the best for my best friend!
[Well, WHATEVER APOLLO'S FAVORITE IS, that's what he's got! Or at least something very similar to it, what with some of the unique varieties on the different planets they've been to. He lifts his leg to rest his foot against the bed, arm resting across his bent knee.]
Well, next I would've tried true love's first kiss, so good thing you woke up when you did!
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u had me worried man :(
how u feelin can u move ok im coming over kk
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[Another delay. SURE FELT LONGER THAN A MONTH. HOOBOY.]
Sorry, guess space sickness finally hit me?
If you wanna come over that's fine.
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brb
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[Just gonna STARE AT THE CEILING til he gets there and finish letting everything process]
aaand action!
Well. He'll cross that bridge when he gets there. Apollo's muscles might be stiff from not being used, that's another concern there. So he won't text him letting him know he's on the ship, but instead will just go ahead to Apollo's room, knock on the door, then open it with a big smile, a bag of cookies in hand.]
Hey! Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!
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He doesn't say anything immediately, sort of staring at Clay with. . .less nostalgia and more resignation. Somehow, his dead bestie walking around suddenly seems pretty dang normal. Or at least, acceptable. He finally lets out a snort.]
. . .I feel more like I was sleeping in the briar patch and then got hit by a bus. That's the part they don't tell you about in the story.
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[With that, Clay makes his way in proper. With the rooms being so small here, it doesn't take long at all to reach his bedside, where he plops the cookies in Apollo's lap before he himself sits on the edge of the bed.]
I made your favorite yesterday. I was kind of hoping the smell would wake you up.
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--Though, ah, I don't think that actually works in real life, the smell thing, I mean. But the thought is appreciated. And now that I think of it, I am really hungry! [Which leads his mind to questioning how is he even alive. He hasn't eaten or drank anything for nearly a month THAT IS NOT NATURAL...but he opts not to voice that at the moment, instead, taking a small bite of a cookie. What is Apollo's favorite??. Probably something like oatmeal or macademia. MAYBE TOGETHER. Who knows.]
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[Well, WHATEVER APOLLO'S FAVORITE IS, that's what he's got! Or at least something very similar to it, what with some of the unique varieties on the different planets they've been to. He lifts his leg to rest his foot against the bed, arm resting across his bent knee.]
Well, next I would've tried true love's first kiss, so good thing you woke up when you did!
[And he just gives the cheekiest grin at that.]
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--Unfortunately lawyers and princesses work on different rules. True love's first student loan debt being paid off is way more romantic!
[DEBT BEFORE LOVE!!! Just one of dozens of reasons Apollo will never marry any time soon. He gives a light laugh.]
Did you really visit a lot, though? I hope it didn't mess up your schedule. I was fine!