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“Looking for someone, Justice-dono?” Blackquill sneered at Apollo as the defense attorney peeked his head into the break room of the prosecutorial offices.
“Ah, yeah I was looking for Klavier?”
“Hah,” Blackquill laughed and shook his head. “The delinquent prosecutor’s skiving off for the day I’m afraid. But if you’re lonely, Justice-dono, so’s my lap.”
Blackquill patted his thighs, leaning back in his chair to emphasize the gesture.
Apollo flushed, sputtering at the forward suggestion, but– almost defiantly– he marched over to Blackquill and plopped himself down in his lap.
“Bold move,” Blackquill purred. He put his arms around him.
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