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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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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.

[With a sigh, he gets up from the desk and moves to corner him, closing in with every question.] He's cute enough, ain't he? It felt good, right? The kid's got stamina, you should get a bang for yer buck out of him...

[And Klavier fiddles with some random gadget just lying around, seemingly interested in figuring out it's purpose as opposed to realizing he's being closed in on.] Irreconcilable differences. He's cute, but we have vastly different perspectives. He feels good, but I'd be afraid of taking him too far into my own alternate lifestyle. I can't even take you into my alternate lifestyle so he wouldn't have a prayer. He's got stamina, but he could easily suffer burnout.

So burn him out and move on. [Whatever device it is, Greed will put his hand over it. He has half a mind to crush it just to get the other worked up again, but he does have some sense of how expensive futuristic gadgets are.] If you're not gonna let me stop you from fucking him in the first place, why the hell're you letting me get in the way now?! [He will try to fling it across the room at the last minute, as the mood strikes him.]

You're the one so concerned about him that you're willing to beat me over it. [Silver magnet balls, rolling them between his fingers and molding them into different shapes has a particularly nice feeling about it.] Aren't you supposed to be the Greediest? You'd definitely be the one who'd understand what it's like to get caught up in the heat of the moment. Besides my intentions were different from what really happened. [And as Greed flings his balls across the room, no pun intended, (they scatter just a little, but they come back together) Klavier does muster up some annoyance] What is wrong? I don't get why you're so persistent over something that happened in a bathtub, destined never to repeat itself again. If anyone should be upset it really should be me!

[The time for attention to Klavier's balls has come and gone; it's time to go back to grasping his shirt again.] What's to be upset about?! You can keep on fucking him on chandeliers, in bathtu--....

Bath... tub... [His hand slips from Klavier's shirt as his expression goes bland.

He said the kid was that turned on by just a scalp massage, but he didn't say it was in a bathtub. People are traditionally naked in those. Not the hot tub, right? The bathtub?

A scalp massage. In other words, washing his hair, right? Right? That's what comes to mind immediately.

He was trying to imply it was just an accident, wasn't he?! Who the hell climbs naked into a bathtub and starts bathing someone and doesn't expect it to be a turn on, when they look like that?! His eye twitches. The answer's obvious. The kind of person who thinks Greed doesn't really want to do him, the kind of guy who doesn't get that he's been resisting him since December when there was the opportunity to join the Mile High club, the kind of guy who doesn't get that a strip show is at least as erotic as it is unnerving.

His ego should be healthier than that!!!

Greed takes a few steps back, palm over his face as he groans.]

It seems like upset is your default mode with me...and if you weren't upset you wouldn't care what I did either way.

[And he just buttoned and smoothed most of the wrinkles out of his shirt too.

Yes. Klavier said bath.

Well the original plan was to pick Issei up out of the doldrums with a day of Klavier style pampering, and the monk was usually highly resistant when it came to him so Klavier's intentions were pure. Well, they were as pure as they could get, he wasn't trying to be seductive anyway, at best he intended to make Issei comfortable in his presence by toning himself down.

Still, a series of unexpected things happened and Issei, who Klavier imagined would never find a sexual interest in him, had his interest piqued. Really, there wasn't much he could do at that point.]

What? I told you it wasn't intentional, he's never had that kind of interest in be before so I wasn't exactly prepared for it either.

Yeah. Just a real happy coincidence that he'd get that kinda interested when in that kinda situation. [After a few seconds of a bland stare, he waves it off, turning and considering the door at last.] Well, it don't matter. Just keep it up. I don't got the right to be pissed off if it started after that...

You're allowed to think what you want, but he's never shown the least bit of interest before and I didn't twist his arm either. But I also said it won't happen again and I meant it. [And since he finally looks like he's going to be able to get back to what he was doing, Klavier goes for a stack of papers] So as it turns out the whole reason you came here was to wind me up. I'm not sure what point you were trying to prove, but I guess in the end I'm not as upset with you as I originally was. Something good came out of this trainwreck.

No, coming here was a total bust. Shouldn't have bothered. [He wonders if he really has the energy for this anymore.

It's not even a matter of being stubborn or winning or losing, though; it's sheer duty at this point. Some days, rare days, he hates his job.]

What's it gonna take to get you going at it with him like there ain't a problem?

You think so? Then I guess we're back at square one where you dismiss me and say we're done and I bury myself in months of work and try not to think about it or talk to you because I'm annoyed all over again.

[Now, where the hell is his pen.]

Your word that whatever happens it's none of your business.

[Instant response.] No.

You're not working with me here, Herr, I have absolutely no reason to do what you want. You tell me what you're willing to do.

Once I write it off as not my business, you get to say it ain't my business if you do him or not and you get off scott free no matter what you do. I'm working with you by not punching you in the mouth for a cheap trick like that.

I think I would take the punch right now.

I. Don't. Want. To.

I can't condense my feelings any more than this and since I can't figure out why you want me to make Issei my lover I'm even less grabbed by the idea.

Plus I know he's not interested in having a lover.

So. I've spoken.

You don't want a lover, he don't want a lover. You like doin' it, he likes it. Answer's easy. Do it without being lovers.

And what if your little plan backfires and it just happens, things just happen, and what if I decide that a lover is what I want?

If it's what he wants out of you.

No.

Yer pissed at me. Don't take it out on him. Yer better than that.

Stop it, alright? It's not him, it's not you, it's what I want! So unless you have a very insightful reason for me then the answer is still "no."

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