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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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'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?

Oh? I can't imagine...[It comes out dully, almost as if he's not really surprised at all by this, but that cool demeanor is instantly shatter when Greed snorts. Klavier becomes ruffled by this, seeing nothing particularly amusing about his position.]...So he topped? You can't really think that's anything amusing...

Yeah something clicked when you started talking about religion and being the 'Monk's manager' and that was only after I called you an uppity jackass. As for your question, who knows, next time I'll ask him if he wants to do it hanging from a chandelier, though rest assured, I don't think that'll happen.

[So wait, Issei actually…

Give him time. That’s going to take a minute. He may not actually hear the rest of it, beyond distantly comprehending something about a chandelier. His head shakes, slumping forward, arms on his knees, considering the other silently.]

Do it however he wants. It don’t matter anymore.

I kind of figured your attitude would change once you found out that he was the one on top. So why doesn't it matter anymore?

[And Klavier gives Greed the sidelong glance look, curious about this change in attitude.]

It wasn't even supposed to be a sex thing at all, it was supposed to be a make him feel sexy thing. More importantly you're not normal today.

It’s got nothin’ to do with who’s on top or what it was supposed to be or whatever. Since yer already doin’ it, it don’t matter how as long as you keep him happy. If you stopped, that’d be a bigger problem. Yer his now. You don't wanna be no one's regret, right?

I didn't make any kind of commitment and he's the one who feels ill because this body has been used by you anyway. What would be my motivation for continuing something that only hurts my pride and my feelings. And more importantly I'm not his...so why are you making that face?

Just make yer motivation to avoid pain, then. I told you what'd happen if you hurt him. [He frowns, trying to think of what kind of face he was making just seconds ago. He was sure he was smirking the same as ever. He goes through a few "testing" expressions awkwardly before his own thoughts distract him onto a new realization.]

You really don't know why I'm here, do you?

Then you might as well go ahead and hit me, because you seem to be very mistaken about something here anyway. Though I don't have any intention of hurting him I don't have any obligations either. [Klavier just continues to watch Greed, even though ha's not getting it right, witnessing him pulling faces is moderately interesting for a few seconds.]

I don't, I thought I said this.

Yer just bein' contrary. You're the one who don't wanna be a regret. So, keep him happy, and then just take yer broken face when he goes and makes himself unhappy anyway. Or don't you wanna make a bed-buddy happy? It's that generous-y charity thing you love frontin' so much. No one's gotta know I'm holdin' you to it. Most Nice deeds got a shadow like that behind 'em.

When I say regret, I mean I don't want him to feel ill when we have sex because he considers me to be tainted, because that's not how I see it. I don't want to be seen that way and I don't want to feel that way either. I'd also rather take that punch right now than make a deal with the devil. I insist on doing it because I want to, like I insist on having sex with you only if you want to. You didn't want to and I knew it so I stopped it.

Now you were going to tell me why you really came here?

[Instantly, his face is harsh again, hands clenching into a fist; the desire to hit something, someone, is near palpable as he mentions being tainted and ill. The cherry at the end glows as he takes in a slow, deep berath, holding it to feel the burn for a few seconds to calm down; when he exhales, he takes the butt out and jams it down on the desk, twisting it out and kicking the chair away.]

Didn't want to... eh? [That notion makes no sense. He's wanted to since the flight in December. He's wanted to since an impromptu strip-show meant to freak him out--which it did, but that's par for the course with any roll with the ex-rocker. He's weird.]

[Of course Klavier wasn't saying that sleeping with Greed had tainted him, but when Issei felt ill over the fact that the ex-rocker had slept with Greed it made the attorney feel that's what was being implied. He didn't like that feeling because he enjoyed sex, he was responsible with it despite what anyone else might think. He enjoyed having fun with it and thought sex was healthy, so seeing their conversation had gotten to the ex-rocker like that. He was definitely a lover.]

Didn't you have another reason for coming here? [Klavier said a little distantly because he was busy watching a fax come through the machine. More work.] It felt like there was something else on your mind.

[Greed's not that easily offended, in part because he probably has been saved a few times by the sheer inability to contract anything no matter where he shoves what. The problem is a little more compelx than that. It usually is with Klavier. But there's no reason to address it; it won't make any sense if he tries.

He has the distinct impression he's lost the chance to get the other raw and emotional. The question is whether to take that dismissal and call it a day, whip him back up again, or to just haul off and beat him senseless.

A fist fight's not very satisfying if he isn't angry enough to potentially swing back. He won't really understand why he's being hit, either. That just makes it bullying him, if he can't hit him enough to be satisfied or to let anything go.]

You don't got time for this. You gotta spoil him on that whole romantic holiday thing that's coming up. But don't make him feel pressured; what he says he wants out of you right now' just the cheap shit he's gonna feel like shit over later. Make it somethin' with no pressure, but enough you can fake it meaning somethin later so he doesn't feel like he's pulling a Me.

Ah. And he hates feelin' helpless when his friends're in a jam. So make up somethin' that you were pissed off about today for him to help you out with, since you blew him off today... Don't hit him with anything true. It'll just be a messy pain. You wanted to go into the acting field, anyway.

Ah...so I know the right thing to do would be the exact opposite of what you've just said, Herr. [And he says this while walking over to the fax and picking it up, reading it over but not setting it down] I still don't know what you want from me, but I know Issei isn't looking for a romantic entanglement and I'm not going to give him any false impressions of it. I don't intend to sleep with him again either, but I will talk to him and sort things out so that we can go back to being comfortably okay with one another. It's my own moral imperative...I know you think I hold people to standards that even sometimes I have a hard time following, but this is an opportunity to stand by something I think is right.

Hn...[And he looks down at the sheet of paper once again, reading it aloud] ear cartilage, eyebrow, nose, lip, nipple, or belly button...what do you think, Herr?

Bull. You ain't gonna hurt him just to spite me. [He doesn't seem too worried about that.] And he doesn't think yer nasty or anything, it's just me he can't stand. The whole one-degree from being screwed by--.... one degree away from frotting with me. You can see how that's weird, can't yo? Still, don't let that get in the way of a good time. If you stop giving him his regular meat injections... or taking them from him or... or whatever he needs you for, I'll beat the shit out of you for that, too.

[He finally stands up off of the desk, giving his cigarette a good twisting step into the carpet to make sure it's out, around so much scattered paper.] I think you don't need another piercing. Yer... shiny... and attention grabbing enough.

Then beat the shit out of me, because I'm not a trained monkey. I don't get why you're so interested in turning me into his part time plaything anyway, now I really feel tainted.

[And that's all he has to say about that since he's distracted.] You think so...says here I should get a belly ring...but I'm not getting my belly button pierced, it's never done anything to me...hn...

Wasn't that the kinda service you were offerin' him? Don't let me get in the way of you and a good time, if you ain't already. It's just weird for him. It'd be like if I fucked yer brother.

What, are you in some kinda rebellious phase now? Izzat what the contrary shit's about? You want a tattoo, too?

I must be on another planet. No, I wasn't offering myself up to be someone else's plaything. I'm not your toy, am I? I thought not, and that rule applies to everyone. If you fucked my brother I'd bury myself in denial and rationalize that you're just into siblings...or maybe it's this month's fad.

Nope, not me, a little miss sweet sixteen. I have relatives outside of the ones I've told you about to avoid any confusion. Are you trying to say a navel ring wouldn't look good on me? You have something against innies?

There's no reason to quit fucking him. [He's going to harp on that detail. That's the most important one, even if he gives Klavier a once over to consider piercing potentials. It's hard to say if he's just unimpressed with the idea, or still in a mood. Or both.]

There's a good reason! You, as long as I entangle myself with Issei there will always be this vendetta against me. I don't need this whole tug of war thing with you...or rather, I don't have the strength for it. "No, you've got to fuck him or I'll pound your miserable hide!" "If you hurt him I'm going to pound your miserable hide!" I don't want that kind of responsibility.

You started fuckin' him in the first place figuring you could pull it off without hurting him. See yer mess through to the end.

I did see it through to the end. He climaxed, the end. What's eating the hell out of you anyway, you're not Cupid, what's your motive? Are you trying to put a band aid on some other mess?

[Since no answer he gives will make sense, he'll cut in in the middle of his question.] You already took on that responsibility. You knew about it from before.

Give me a break would you? It's not happening. This is like some great big scheme to foist me off on Issei so you don't have to have to deal with weird sex with men. Just don't have sex with me and your problem is fixed, but I'm not going to do what you want just because of your strange personal issues.

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