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Apollo | DC/Wildstorm Comics

[tochasethesun]

[tochasethesun]

No one said you can't, but christ, accidents happen! And for the record, shut up about my socks! [Lucky socks are totally a valid concept, Midnighter, but he knows he won't get that through your head.]

No, I just don't do it up to your standards! So fine! See if I ever try to help you with chores ever again.

[grouchinleather]

You were the one who brought up the socks in the first place, asshole!

Hooray!

[tochasethesun]

You're the one who keeps telling me it's stupid!

Christ, I can't talk to you when you're like this! [Turning around to storm out now. Also I hope you didn't like that lamp, it's getting lasered into slag.] I'm going to go find some asses to kick, I'll be back when I'm back. [Hmph.]

[grouchinleather]

Yeah, good luck with that. If you're lucky, there are a few old geezers knocking over a bank. Pray they don't kick your ass after hemorrhaging your solar power like you did.

[tochasethesun]

[Calling out as he storms out of the room,] You're an ass! [Fuck youuuuu. :C The last thing Midnighter would hear is "Door"; frying a few scummy drug dealers and taking several calming laps around the photosphere always does wonders to calm him down.

By the time he gets back, it'll be the middle of the night.]

[grouchinleather]

[By that time Midnighter's got the room cleaned up, including the bathroom that they got wet. He even managed to clean up Apollo's painting supplies without destroying anything. Don't anyone accuse him of poor self-control. It didn't help that he broke about six punching bags in the gym before he cleaned.

When Apollo comes back, he's sitting on the bed, dressed for bed, and reading a nonfiction book on serial killers.]

[tochasethesun]

[Apollo comes in without a word, splattered in blood in a few places. He just wordlessly strips off his tank top and track pants as he goes, though he pauses a moment with the articles of clothing in his hand. And look at that, he continues into the bathroom and drops them in the hamper before getting a wet wash cloth to wipe off the bits of blood on his cheek and arms.]

[grouchinleather]

[Arches an eyebrow at that. What do you know, he can be taught, ladies and gentlemen!]

[tochasethesun]

[Good thing you're not saying that out loud or he'd throw them back on the floor just to spite you.

After cleaning up a bit, he slides into bed on his side, giving Midnighter a sideways glance.] Still mad?

[grouchinleather]

Not particularly.

[tochasethesun]

Me either. We okay?

[grouchinleather]

[Pats the spot next to him.] I can't believe we fought over fucking laundry.

[tochasethesun]

[He slides over with a quiet laugh, and wraps both his arms around Midnighter's shoulders comfortably.] It was pretty stupid.

[grouchinleather]

[Leans against him.] I like things neat, what can I say? [Isn't trying to start another fight, is just sort of... saying it.]

[tochasethesun]

I've noticed. You're just a tiny bit anal about it. [He's not trying to start another fight either, but, well. Neither of them were really in the right earlier. Apollo snuggles down a little and murmurs into his hair,] M'sorry.