klavier-gavin:

Inexplicably, he felt in a very, very good mood all of a sudden. The grin which had appeared when Daryan came in and started being an ass as usual had yet to fade into his usual bland, magazine-cover smile. He tried to look at the screen again, was shoved off again, and snorted, rolling over onto his back once more. “Ach, mein gott, when did you come to be such a dick. I think,” he yawned, covering his mouth, “I think — nein, I’m sure you were nice to me once. In the distant past,” a giggle, “eons ago. Somewhere in the murky depths of history.”

The grin remained, his gaze fixed on Daryan’s tipsy face. “At exactly what point during the last seven years did I find my way into your kitchen and piss in your morning cornflakes, hm? I can’t quite recall.”

All of this was said, of course, with the utmost affection. He knew that in truth Daryan did way more for him than he had to, and put up with much more from him than anyone else ever had.

“Not that important. Just some quick orders I’m giving out… maybe another party I’m looking for on the tour route.”

He was only partially listening to Klavier when the blonde called him a dick. He threw him a glance, half pretending to be offended. But it was short lived as he went back to typing on the laptop. “Well when you remember me being your extremely pleasant friend, let me know. Can’t recall that ever happening.”

“Anyway. You’re kind of an idiot. I can see it now. Gonna get yourself sick. Gonna strain your voice. And you’ll be fucked up for the rest of the tour. Then what? We’ll be running up shits creek because you’re too reckless. Why are you still awake anyway? Sleep off your stupid man,” he said disapprovingly. A slight smile still reaching his lips.

klavier-gavin:

“I take it you had a good night, anyway, ja?” He pulled his arm towards him, smirking, accent a little slurred. “I like how they think you’ll call them from California when the tour’s over. Sweet, really. I got one, too.”

He reached down, lifting his shirt and pushing his pants down a little way to reveal the first two shower-faded digits of a number in black marker pen along his hipbone, chuckling until the pain it induced got to be too much for him. 

And then remembering he was supposed to be at death’s door and groaning loudly, flopping backwards again. “I’m dying.”

Daryan laughed in a way that Klavier wouldn’t be able to tell if it was with him or at him. “Yeah. No reason to be a heartbreaker on the same night. They were hot though. Might just call them back….

Clearly someone didn’t take advantage of their college days,” He berated. Shoving the blonde over and making himself comfortable on the bed, he grabbed Klavier’s laptop and started clicking away loudly. “Then again you were what? Five?”Asking in a tone to let the younger Gavin know it was only a rhetorical question. 

“I can’t believe you’re acting this pathetic over a hangover. Or maybe you’ve got alcohol poisonin’. Might want to start your obituary, man.” He was beginning to focus more on the computer than on Klavier’s groaning and moaning, occasionally shoving the bratty German man off so he could type properly.