[When Klavier feels a few rivulets of water drip down his chin he has to remember to swallow and it's not easy with Greed keeping him amped and his airways feeling restricted. He tilts his head back encouraging himself to swallow and to breathe.] Ah...Herr...I think...they won't mind so much since...it's part of their job...uu...[It's difficult for the ex-rocker to maintain any kind of intelligent conversation for long, his hips are already bucking hard against the other's knee, protesting, even the heels of his feet are digging viciously into the mattress, lifting his body as far off the bed as he can manage through sheer will.] I...I can't...it's easy to say that...but I can't relax...[It's impossible to hold that position or fight with Greed this way as much as he wants to, so his body drops heavily against the mattress again, his breathing coming in short between clenched teeth]




((ooc: Best. Day. Ever. Klavier won't have a clue unless he decides that he's curious enough to sneak into a crime lab to digitally try and reconstruct the face...or Greed has someone check on his old noggin for him. It's such a wonderfully preserved skull.))