Stressed out - A Klapollo Story

Chapter One - Concern

Klavier's POV

I sighed as I finished up the last of my paperwork. I've been thinking about Apollo a lot since yesterday. Before one of his court cases, we were talking about just about anything and everything. Apollo seemed pretty worried or stressed out about something. He never said anything about his court case or what he was feeling at that moment, so I have no idea what was wrong with him. To be fair though, I didn't ask. I'm thinking of coming by his house to check on him, or at the least just call him. 

I sighed once again as I organized my desk and stood up. I decided to go to his house and check on him. I turned all the lights off and walked out of my office, shutting and locking the door behind myself. I walked down the hall and to the elevator. I walked inside and pushed the floor number I wanted to go to as the elevator doors shut and began going down to floor one. Soon enough, I arrived to floor one and walked out of the elevator once they opened. I walked past the security guards, waving goodbye at each of them before exiting the building and making my way to my car. I got in the car and pulled out my car keys, then started it up. I opened the middle console and pulled out a The Living Tombstone CD and slipped it into my CD player built into the radio. I drove off towards Apollo's house, jamming my music and singing along quietly. 

- 20 minute time skip -

I finally arrived at Apollo's house and shut my car off, taking the keys out and putting them in my pocket. I got out of the car, shutting the door behind me and walking up to Apollo's porch. I balled my hand into a fist and knocked on the door three times and waited for an answer.