( open ) bad news like a suckerpunch

[apolly]

A. JUSTICE LAW OFFICES

Maybe you dropped by because you know of the lawyer in charge, you have a question about school, you're lost and looking for directions, the possibilities are endless.

It's early morning and no one seems to be in the front lobby at the moment, even if the door's unlocked. But a door off to the left is open, someone coughing their lungs out, but the sound is stopped short whenever the front door bell goes off.

Apollo is sick with a cold. Apparently sick enough for a futon to be laid out on his office floor (thanks to employees), so Apollo peaks around his office's entrance to see who it is. ...From the floor. This isn't an exactly normal picture.

"Can I help you?" He sounds like a frog.

B. GROCERY SHOPPING

Evening time, Apollo only has rare instances where he can actually show up at a store and get some much needed stocking done.

He's got the goods: food, hygeine, some house supplies and of course coffee. Tons of it, because he's currently buying about four tubs of it and dropping it into his cart.

C. MISC go wild. brackets are a-ok.

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[warmheartedly]

Look Clara right in the eye and tell her that it isn't the truth, Apollo.

Meanwhile Magra blinks in surprise when he just hands her a meal in the making because while she can totally cook on her own, things that aren't ramen and stuff, it isn't every day this sort of thing happens. She looks kind of uncomfortable at the sudden kind gesture of poultry meals.

"This is really nice of you to do Mr. Apollo but-- Um. Time out for a quickie." Just give her a second or three to have her put the items precariously on some bags of Jelly Babies and a few boxes of Jaffa Cakes. Clara is left staring at the slightly swaying pile tower with worry, hovering close to see if she can prevent it from falling while Magar spoke. "Super cool for you to do but I don't wanna be any trouble or make you feel like you have to help me out. You already did that with... Um, you know."

What happened last month when she got kidnapped by vampires. She winces at the memory and rubs the side of her neck out of phantom pain. She tries to smile, waving her hand as if to shake off the bad vibes off her person. "Besides! You're gonna need to replenish your chicken stuff and what happens if it means you go over budget? You might need to part with some of your coffee over there and that would be di-sas-trous."

"I think you can live without a tub," Clara remarks with a bit more cheer (but with the same amount of worry) in her voice as she keeps the leaning tower of calories from falling down. "Maybe. And that's a smart choice, Apollo! Magra's been meaning to eat more lean meat along with her greens. Takes up too much of her grandfather at times, I swear."

[apolly]

... Ah, yeah. The vampire deal. Apollo never really got the full details and didn't bother asking for them, because vampire work was shady business and Heiji wasn't too keen on sharing in the first place.

"Just take it," Apollo answers simply. "Don't worry about my budget. I work way too much to not be financially comfortable. Besides... if you're eating like you should, you're definitely not proving it." Apollo points to literally EVERYTHING ELSE IN HER CART.

"Just try it out." He tired expression turns into a grin instead, already mastering the art of putting up a front. "Besides! I grew up cooking by myself, so. I have really good tastes. Coffee included."

[warmheartedly]

Magra never made much mention of it after she was brought back to the school and had the Mr. Morgan there check her out for injuries. She kind of wants to keep it that way, frankly, and is happy to not discuss it if he doesn't bring it up. So she's totally happy to play up her mock offence at his implications that her eating is poor excuse you they are amazing what's wrong with ramen pizza hotdogs.

"Hey! My snack game is strong and I don't see why that's something to feel bad about." Still, she smiles a bit, relieved that she can joke like this and not feel too uncomfortable. "Guess I should up my coffee game though. Looks like you mastered that a loooong time ago."

"… Thanks though, Mr. Apollo." A pause. "I mean, Mr. Justice. I owe you one. Probably will keep Tommy from writing on the top of the board again, yeah?"

"Oh! Before I forget: Could I talk to you a bit about something later in the week? After class or something?" She can't help but feel like she's already intruding on his time with this and she would hate to make him miss out on the sale they had for his coffee brand today.

Clara looks a bit surprised to hear that from her granddaughter and she looks at Apollo, a bit confused. Does he know what this 'something' she's talking about is? She certainly doesn't.