Busy. Fn. [Shock meets a stare too searing to match his dispassionate drawl. Klavier’s lowered eyes see Greed's grip try to tighten on his collar as if to take it out on the fabric, his forearm shivering with a repressed urge to pull him off the desk entirely. For now, he doesn’t do more than hold him in place, but if Klavier so much as tries to put any more distance between them, he’ll only be pulled closer.] Yer such a lying piece of shit. Ain't you supposed to be the Wonder Boy who can do it all?
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