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[When the feed cuts on there are a few things so incredibly obvious about the scene that anyone familiar with Klavier would know instantly that this was not typical:

A. He has no idea he's being recorded...well this is pretty normal...but his enduring lack of awareness is not.

B. He is in his office and he seems to be working diligently. When has he ever been shown in his office working harder than he plays?

C. Judging by the mountain of paper work and his unkempt, unpolished, devil-may-care appearance he appears to have been here for a while.

And

D. The look on his face suggests he's in a very bad mood on this very fine day.

Which doesn't help when his secretary comes in to check his pulse, thus disturbing the furious flow of his work. And the community is treated to the following interaction:]

What are you doing?

I wanted to make sure you were alive...you've holed yourself up and you haven't come out for hours. Aren't you hungry? Tired?

I'm neither, now leave me, I'm busy.

Clearly something is bothering you, you're more dedicated to your paper work than normal. Won't you trust me and tell me what it is?

I've learned a valuable lesson about naiveté and trust and that it's okay to trust people up till and except when evidence to the contrary proves you're mistaken. Then you're just being gullible.

Anything I can help with?

No, please leave.

But I'm really concerned about you.

I don't need you to be, now leave me alone.

But Mr. Gavin-

[The usually tolerant Klavier brings his fist down hard against the table he's working at sending some papers and a few unstable items flying off while startling his secretary. For a moment his expression is a bit unhinged and vaguely reminiscent of another Gavin.]

Oh!

I said get out!

Yes...you're right...I apologize...

[And soon enough Klavier is alone again in his office and though he seems calm his mood hasn't changed.]

Damn...

[ooc: Normal text is Klavier, italics belong to his secretary.]

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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?

Busy...[Klavier's clothing couldn't be any more or less askew, so Greed's attempt at permanently putting wrinkles into his collar doesn't give him the urge to brush the other off so that he can smooth it out. That meant he would have to remove his hands from the other man's shoulder and that was the only thing keeping him from losing his balance, he didn't need to butt heads with the Homunculus, not literally.]...Even a guy like me would have trouble breathing with someone standing on his throat. My life isn't so perfect that I'm not prone to having a work load from time to time. Anyway...if you're done insulting me and humiliating me, tell me why you're here?

Bullshit. [Klavier's given another good shake, Greed leaning back to avoid an awkward facial collision.] You are just so... full... of shit! [And the distance is closed again, forehead to forehead, with harsh, deep breaths.] Why'm I here... Heh... Why the hell're you here, doing the kinda shit you always push off on people like her, huh? Or're you gonna say this [His free hand slams on the desk again, flinging a few sheets of paper in the air for emphasis.]'s important now?

Hu...[He's having a hard time keeping his eyes from pinwheeling while he's being shaken like the human maraca by Greed. And when their forehead's are pressed together it becomes even more complicated not looking at Greed. It' pretty obvious why the ex-rocker didn't want to look at him in the first place, it's a bit unnerving for him to show someone when he's genuinely hurt. There's no physical pain, but his eyes are pretty good at expressing his anguish regardless. How could he look Greed in the face? But it was like the Homunculus was trying to get his attention.]...If you have it in you to be direct with me, then I might answer you. Why are you so interested in how I work...why are you here?

[Greed only gets angrier every time he's asked. The ever-so-busy attorney has to know what kind of face he's making, if he can't look at him like that. He gives another jerk on his collar in frustration, his free hand rearing back as if seriously considering maiming him if he asks just one more time.] Just...ghh... [It looks like an incoming attack. The the hand grabbing his face and twisting through blonde hair certainly isn't gentle or affectionate. The hand on his collar creeps up to the other side of his face, more intent than ever to force direct eye contact.] Just fucking get it already!

Aa...[Klavier felt himself tense up before he could stop it, feeling that there may very well be a serious threat here, that Greed might actually attack him. It wasn't impossible. It doesn't help that even when those fingers threaded through his hair they were a little painful, but at least there was nothing to mess up. He really wasn't sure what to do with Greed now, this wasn't familiar to him at all.] I'm really going to misunderstand you if you don't say anything properly [Which is pretty clear when the ex-rocker mashes his lips against Greed's, probably the most irrational thing he's done all day. What else could he do? The only way the Homunculus was letting him go was forward and so it makes sense...or maybe he's just exceptionally tired.]

[Greed retaliates by jerking him harder into the harsh clash of lips, introducing teeth and tongue into the mix with a frustrated growl. Even for having just put down a cigarette, the flavor of nicotine is overpowering, the result of chain smoking the count down to finally deciding to show up in person. It's hardly savory, and his attitude doesn't soften at all; the grip on the other's smooth face is downright bruising, fingers strewn in his hair. It's still not enough. His hands move, trying to find a stronger, surer grip, another way to pull him into it harder. His arms and the rest of his body can't seem to decide between pulling Klavier completely across the desk or just wrestling him down to it.]

[If Klavier were a more habitual smoker then he would probably be getting his nicotine fix from this kiss. As it was, he didn't really care how potent Greed's flavor was, and seemed more intent on wrapping his lips around Greed's tongue and sucking it into his mouth. It's almost a relief that Greed's attitude is the same or else the attorney would be even more confused about what's going on. It's a miracle Greed's fist isn't in his face already. Klavier thought the Homunculus was pissed off because of Issei, so why was he here? Klavier still couldn't figure out what he wanted, this just seemed to be the logical thing to do...and the logic behind that logic was another labyrinth of complexities that he didn't want to contemplate right now. To ease the burden on his body the prosecutor pulls his other leg up onto the table, arranging himself into a squatting position that felt a little less awkward than having one leg hanging off the edge of the table. It was one less thing to think about while he worked his mouth against Greed's]

[His tongue probed and drew back, alternating between trying to suck his entire mouth down and trying to orally smother him. Even as the growl dies down, it's a loud kiss, artlessly moist. Angling Klavier's face however his whims drive him, one grip loosens bit by bit, starting with his thumb stroking at the side of his cheek, feeling the movements of their mouths together. The bangs surrounding his face are pushed back then, fingers groping along his scalp, cupping the back of his neck, the crook of his arm moving until his elbow his half hooked around his shoulder. The other hand keeps a firm grip on his chin, keeping his head angled back in case he gets any ideas such as trying to gain leverage by using the desk for a height boost.

Not giving him the freedom to move into or away from it, the kiss become more externally focused. Greed begins to draw away, more and more shallow kisses, of increasingly short duration. If this keeps up, it's going to get messy. Complicated. It's a situation that has far too little to do with lust and entirely too much want for his comfort.

He's known it for a while. They need to stop doing this. Even if he's convinced Klavier doesn't have the capacity to read into actions, even if neither of them are prone to necessitating anything intimate with raw physical pleasure, there's a matter of his own principles.

And then it's mouth to mouth again, hard enough to make teeth clash, full on and greedy. Why kid himself?]

[With Greed maintaining the pace and most aspects of what was currently just confusing the ex-rocker, namely the kiss, Klavier was doing his best just to hold his own. It's difficult trying to suppress grunts and strangled moans that see fit to bubble to the surface no matter how he struggled to swallow them back. Actually Greed was making the whole swallowing thing difficult anyway so it was useless trying to keep himself checked. That wasn't his only problem, his body was irritatingly honest, responding to particularly pleasant touches with involuntary shivers.

Damn.

And with his head angled back Klavier uncurls his legs out from underneath himself, readjusting into a sitting position that was more comfortable and required even less balance on his part. Though that also meant he had to cradle Greed between his legs, a price he would pay for the sake of comfort that would allow him to focus on the coarse medium of their lips. That, and it made tempting the Homunculus back into his mouth with nips and swipes of his own tongue his priority.

It was only after several moments, during which time he was pretty sure he had tested the agility of his own jaw strength to it's limits, did Klavier have to withdraw. Kissing Greed was hard work and he was out of breath, he felt himself gasping for it while tangling with Greed's tongue, and now he needed it.]

[Resisting temptation is against his principles almost as much as doing anything of this sort with any sort of meaning beyond itself. Klavier's taste is subtle compared to what he's been inhaling for the past few hours, but he seeks it out just as doggedly, giving no easy retreat. Klavier's attempt to withdraw is only met with a possessive rumble in his throat. The hand on his chin keeps him in place for one more solid swipe through his mouth before letting the kiss break by smearing along the corner of his mouth, nipping down his jawline. He watches the other man gasp for breath the hand on his chin groping along the side of his face, through his hair until settling on his rising and falling chest.

There's a split second of thought, unusual hesitation. With a sharp inhale, Greed pushes him backwards onto the desk, bending forward to loom over him, one hand planted above the other's shoulder as he stares down, insistent on having eye contact again.

His gaze is still hot, the same banked, frustrated rage he came in with. Every issue will still exist; no matter how hard he bends him over the desk, that hurt face is going to come up again when it's over. None of it's going to make any sense, no matter how earnestly he tries to express it with action. It's not the kind of heat that would normally go along with the hand undoing the buttons of his shirt. The look would better suit ripping the fabric out of the way; it's a forced dexterity and focus, keeping his fingers nimble despite his mind wanting to run in three directions at once. With his torso bared, his palm presses against him and glides up hard muscle slowly, forcing himself not to rush into a groping frenzy. There's the same intensity in that slow motion; there's a difference between measured and gentle. It's not awkward enough to be Greed's variant of the latter.]

[Unfortunately Klavier's shtick is trying to make sense of the insensible and presently he's trying to thread together sleeping with Issei, to Greed's dismissal of him the evening before, to his strange frustration now. The ex-rocker wasn't sure if he had really done something wrong, despite being the one who felt wronged in the first place, or if this was Greed being whimsical. Certainly there were some far fetched answers, but they seemed unlikely to Klavier as they were counterintuitive to things his companion has said in the past. Well, the first thing that came to mind was that Issei was Greed's Issei and Klavier was Greed's Klavier and the two should not mix. It would explain the possessiveness, but it wouldn't explain the repetition of "you're not mine" and "I don't want you" that came from the Homunculus. Unless Greed was lying, but that also couldn't be the case because he didn't lie, so as much as it hurt his brain to think about it he was back at point zero.

Or rather he was flat on his back, unexpectedly, against the table with Greed looking down at him in his temper. The attorney can't figure out why he's so intent on having eye-contact. The situation has such an intensity about it that he's finding it almost difficult to maintain that contact. It's a cross between anxiety and anticipation, with his chest feeling tight and his breathing coming in just as short as it had been while he was kissing Greed. He could also feel his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering idly if it would break his ribs. Clearly he wants to say something and he opens his mouth to try...but the words get caught right there and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. That's when the eye-contact breaks, drifting to the side to find a clue, but there's nothing in the scattered mess on his desk, the wall of guitars, the large screens glaring down at him, or in the floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking the city.]

[Unsure what to expect when he sees the other's lips part for what looks like more than a breath, tension and relief's contrast surges when nothing comes of it. Whatever was going to be said doesn't have to be dealt with, but there's still something there.

Pressed firmly against his chest, Greed's hand feels his heartbeat; was he always this worked up before a slightly rough round? He doesn't have it in him to tell the other to relax or to try to soothe him. His touch moves up his collarbone, tempted to grab his face and demand the other look at him, damn it; but there's no special reason for that, is there? No important one, anyway. Instead, his hand pushes the opened shirt down Klavier's shoulder. The hand on the desk above his shoulder slips beneath the blonde's neck, fingertips teasing his hairline as his weight sinks onto his forearm. His tongue laps up the line of a tendon in his neck before his lips find a hammering pulse and attack it as fiercely as he did his lips.

Once the shirt is pushed as far down on one side as he can make it go with its wearer pinned on his back, Greed's hand rakes down his side, getting faster, slowly giving in to the urge to be quick and possessive rather than methodical and exacting. He still resists the urge to go right for his pants, slipping behind him and fingering the line of his spine towards the small of his back, encouraging him to lift his hips as his own weight sinks down between his spread legs.]

Hnng...[Fortunately Klavier's attention is easily grabbed again by those teasing fingers and the aggressive attention to his neck that the ex-rocker believes is intentional. Of course, now he can't see Greed's face, but he's watching him through half-lidded eyes. Whatever conflict decided to burrow in that nagging part of his brain, was quieted for the time being. He couldn't figure the other man out anyway, not with this deliberate distraction and Greed's talent for being perpetually unhelpful when it came to answering his questions.

It doesn't help that he's starting to feel pretty good which is not what the attorney was expecting from this little visit at all. What made it worse was the fact that the ex-rocker was still a slave to his desires and that created and even greater mental block, so now thinking was entirely out of the question. He's fairly quick to respond, moaning low in his throat and writhing when Greed's hand claws down his side. Klavier also finds himself surprisingly compliant when it comes to having his already wrinkled shirt brushed aside, arching forward without prompting so his companion's fingers can trace the line of his spine. Even his hips flexing forward on Greed's demand was done voluntary.

In the back of his mind Klavier knew he was being indulgent to some extent, but it doesn't stop his hips from rubbing up against Greed's. Even when he does get angry he can't stay angry, it's hard when you feel good, admittedly, so the attorney will simply think what he wants too. It pleases him greatly to secretly believe that the Homunculus was feeling lonely by his neglect. Probably not the case at all, but it shines a more appealing light on Greed's anger. Still cautious, however, Klavier drops a row of light kisses to Greed's forehead and temple, wherever his lips can reach. One leg wraps itself around Greed, though whether it's out of some kind of surrender or just because, Klavier's sudden change is also difficult to analyze.]

[This is an answer, in his book. A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything but words have too many meanings lost between people, between them especially. He’s always been rough. He’s always left a signature of bruises along the other’s body, and he’s always been on that edge of ravenous and attentive; teeth and nails don’t break the skin, no matter how eager his mouth is. So today it won’t mean anything either. He’s not naïve enough to mistake receptiveness for understanding, but light kisses feel good in themselves. Even if it’s just stress relief, feeling the limber body arch in his hands is a rush.

He still doesn’t attribute Klavier’s initial mood to anything he did; the information is there, knowing the time he came in, that his mood was just fine the night before at least before they talked, but he can’t make the connection. His unwelcome presence after a fight is just icing on some other cake. But he wanted in on it. Helpful or hurtful, he wanted in on anything that mattered enough to get Klavier worked up enough to lose his cool. To Greed, an emotional reaction with no time to think is an honest one.

So sex at a time like this is dangerous, emotionally charged. By somebody else, but that’s fine. He’ll take it. He’s the greediest, after all. As he shifts his weight back onto his feet and off of his arm, his hand runs down the blonde’s other side, both on his waistline and giving his pants a sharp tug, seeing if he can make them come down without undoing them, hoping to watch the attorney squirm and thrash on top of his own desk to help him strip him down, while he’s being so cooperative.]

[When Greed rights himself again, relieving the attorney of his weight, Klavier finds himself with a moment of reprieve. This is, naturally, right before the other man starts tugging on his pants uselessly. Unfortunately the ex-rocker's pants fit him like a glove, so the most the Homunculus is able to accomplish is yanking them down to Klavier's pelvis. This does inspire some squirming though it has more to do with discomfort than anything else.

So without further ado Klavier pushes himself up onto his elbow before levering himself onto his feet, making enough space for himself between the table and Greed to work the fastenings of his pants loose. Though it does give him some time to ponder what this is really about. While Greed seems aggressive in his attentions, the prosecutor has a feeling that this is more of an outlet than anything else and if Klavier was anyone else he'd probably have a fist in his face instead. So he's not as quick to push his pants down his legs as he might have been if that thought hadn't occurred to him.

Still not fully meeting Greed's eyes Klavier makes a go at it, another attempt to get at what's really going on before the day becomes even more sinister.] You're not here entirely for sex are you? Something tells me that you don't get that it's you I'm upset with. And I don't get it because you also treated me like shit before, because you had the knowledge that Issei and I slept together. What are you playing at? Tell me that much before I lose my nerve--you make it difficult for me to not want to think about you and just ignore you.

[With the fastenings undone and Klavier frustratingly hesitant, Greed sees little choice but to help him work his pants down, hands dipping inside to his hips and hooking his thumbs on the waistband.] That's bullshit. I didn't do shit for you not to trust me over. You're the one who said you two didn't do shit... [Up his sides to his shoulders, Greed take advantage of the opportunity to help him get his shirt off, then hesitating with the initial urge to shove him back down on the desk again.

Fingers drum on his arms, feeling his own mood fade fast with conversation. He can look Klavier in the face, assured that it's the one way to continue avoiding eye contact. So this is his fault. What does that change? He can't apologize. If anything, he's sure he's too quick to hop into bed with someone he's angry with, particularly when it means something on his end. A punch in the face would probably convey meaning a hundred times more clearly, but the question he was pressed with was why he was here.

His tongue clicks as he takes a step back, lifting his hands off of the other man and holding them up in defeat.]

This ain't gonna work at all.

[He's already looking Klavier over with regret; he could have probably kept going and made them both a lot happier than any conversation would.]

I shouldn't have to say this, but who all you wanna fuck's normally just fine with me. Shit! If you're fucking him, it saves me the trouble of having to sell him out to you 'n having to pimp you out to him if yer still that hot to have a go at his ass! You know what you're getting into, and since it's not my fault, I can go ahead 'n do my job without being a hypocrite for settin' you two up once it goes wrong!

With that out of the way, settin' you up with anyone oughtta be a snap! [His arms spread out in a grand gesture, indicating the world at large just opened up. He can guess from the angle of the initial video which computer was initially filming him, he turns to motion to it.] Blowing 'em off's no good. You're good looking like this, but most of 'em won't get through yer hard-to-get stint to make you feel good 'till they've had you once 'n figure they got a little bit of a green light for this kinda thing. That goes for the in-bed kinda feel good and the other kind.

We didn't do shit until just recently and that's only because he felt like crap. My intention was to introduce him to a little luxury, but who knew he'd get turned on by a scalp massage. I'm not cruel, but I didn't figure he'd end up telling you about it either.

[And the ex-rocker pulls his pants back up and gives buttoning his shirt the least amount of effort it deserves. Then he steps to the side and out from being pinned in between Greed and the table making it easier, for him at least, to move around.]

The only one here who's full of more bullshit than me has to be you. The guy who got pissed off over a kiss and the guy who said he was done with me last night and dismissed me. Now you're ready to be my pimp? Well you're just full of piss and vinegar right now aren't you?

Shit! What did I think you'd come here for?!

[And he drops into his seat behind his desk again, of course now it's going to be harder to concentrate, but he's a determined kind of guy and he'll give it his best effort.]

So...now that that's that and I'm busy.

[Recent. That possibility hadn't occurred to him. So, it's possible to have happened and for him not to have lied.

He's still not exactly thrilled about it, and rage doesn't cool so instantaneously, but it's enough for him to take a few steps back in order to let the other go more easily. The assumed lie was the most insufferable part for now; the monk wasn't hurt. Yet.

They'd gone over his concerns for the monk on those grounds. He doesn't think much of people who have casual sex; for now, he can declare he only hates the behavior in Greed, but that it's somehow different in others. For now, he can declare he'd only believe being called easy from anybody else, like his own self-image doesn't play a part. Greed likes easy; its counterpart is complex and difficult. But the fact remains that that monk said one of the benefits of having the attorney was that he'd do it without it meaning anything. What about if that becomes a behavior he scorns more openly again, in more people than in just Greed and himself? There's another frustration that boils up to take the place of fading anger at a lie that wasn't, but Klavier Gavin's a big boy, and he doesn't need somebody getting angry at hormonal, judgmental kids for his sake.

First thing's first. The chair is pulled away from the desk, at least out of arm's reach.]

That's right, I'm ready to be yer pimp. If I can't satisfy you, I'll get you anyone who'll do the trick. No matter how much of a bad idea it is. I'll even handle the After Service.

I didn't do it with Issei because you're not satisfying, your standards are different. I like having sex with you, enjoy it, it's always a good time, but you have to at least be interested in it too. So I don't need you to be my pimp, just be cheap and easy and fun like you always are.

[And after several moments of drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair, Klavier continues the conversation.]

What bothers me is being someone else's regret. Since you have a hard time telling me things I have to go search for the answers myself and when it occurred to me that your behavior had something to do with Issei I looked it up myself. I don't like the fact that Issei told you that we had sex, especially after deeming it necessary not to discuss it in the very same conversation. I can't really blame him for that though since I didn't set the boundaries myself, I only trusted his discretion. It also bothers me that sex with him because I've had sex with you makes him ill. Then that conversation you and I had bothered me, you want to know, it really pissed me off! And it still gets me that you called me a 'lying piece of shit,' you dismissed me, and all the while you were having this normal conversation with Issei...you couldn't tell me that you had a problem to my face. So you waved me off like fart.

You see why I feel hurt? It's much better when people say things to me directly. I don't like having to look for the truth since you're supposed to be one of the few people I know with the capacity to be honest with me.

Of course it ain't about me not satisfying someone. [There’s a snort at that; lack of self confidence, particularly in that area, has nothing to do with it.] But you ‘n me ain’t the sort to be satisfied with one flavor all the time. Hell, I’m pretty vanilla to you. [A beat, a satisfied smirk as he digs out yet another cigarette. He's still not at ease enough not to feel the need to finish off the pack, no matter how calm he plays it off as.] Damn good vanilla.

So the problem’s that I know about it. Heh… [Lighting up, he takes a seat on the desk, stretching a leg out to prop his foot on the other’s chair.] But, why the hell should I be pissed off at him, huh? It’s a little weird bein’ one asshole away from his, but he’s just lookin’ for an easy fun time. Can’t tell him you ain’t good for that. The one who’s gonna end up regrettin’ it’s him.

I don’t wanna hear complaints about lookin’ for the truth from the guy pissed off at a Holy Man for spillin’ his “secret.”

You still don't get it? Or maybe you're just refusing to understand on purpose. It's not that you know about it, it's not that he spilled any kind of secret. And for the record there's no reason why you should be pissed off at me either! You're missing a deeper principle here.

[And suddenly it feels more tasteful to stand, so he lets Greed use the chair as a foot rest, leaning against the reinforced glass case with his guitars proudly on display felt like the place to be. He was having a difficult time with Greed's presence.]

I don't care if he told you about it, I am a little sore that he told you while at the same time telling me not to talk about such things. I figure if you're going to find out about something you might as well get it from my own mouth so you'd have a reason to be pissed off about it a me directly. Instead of making an idiot of myself and not realizing you're pissed off when you are. You sure made a fool of me, didn't you?

[He's positive Greed isn't going to get it so he scrubs his face with his hand and shakes his head.]

Listen, I'd just really like to get back to what I was doing. You don't want to understand why I'm upset, you just want to turn it back on me. I'm not interested, so can I do the alone thing now?

[Greed’s eyes follow him across the room, scooting the chair closer for use as a footrest. He did call him a liar without anything concrete; he didn’t think of the possibility of Klavier still pursuing him after that date. He’s not exactly of a mind to apologize, he still feels slighted; but he supposes he owes him something. A straight forward answer should square it out… even if straightforward is by his own definition That should at least earn him the right to stick around for a while.] Even if I get it, he’s mine. So even when he’s wrong, I’ll take his side. You can’t expect a guy as [rather than actually fish for a specific word, he makes a vague gesture with his cigarette, whirling it around. His fall back of “fucked up” decidedly doesn’t cover it well enough.] as him to be too consistent. Especially about somethin’ like that. Kid’s got issues. So I didn’t want you doing him. That’s old news.

I figured you knew why I was pissed. You got his name out of it. Or did you want me just sayin’ in public “you nailed him”?

'Take his side?' [Klavier pulls a face at that, not a pleasant one either, almost as if Greed forcibly shoved a whole lemon into his mouth. It was a sour expression and a bitter expression at the same time.] So taking his side means dumping on me and giving me grief, aren't you in the wrong place right now then? You should be at his side, right? If you're going to take someone's side you should be by their side. And I didn't do him, he did me if that helps you in your cause.

And what the hell are you saying 'got his name,' you think I'm some kind of teenager with this score book who carves little notches into his bedpost?

The kid can’t stand me, he wouldn’t want me nowhere near him. [Greed waves off he suggestion with just that.] He’d be pissed at you, too, if he knew you suggested I go bug him in person… [The smile fades; Klavier’s decidedly not in the mood for humor. Or so he thought. Once there’s an implication of Issei topping, he snorts out a laugh hard enough to almost drop his cigarette.] Fff…pkh… [But that’s so impossible even as a joke that he decides what was really meant was that Issei was the lucky one who had the pleasure of seducing him. Clearly. Between Klavier being an egomaniac and Issei topping, which was more likely was obvious. Next topic.]

I meant you got his name out of the conversation. So you knew what I was mad about. How many things can you do with him to piss me off?

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