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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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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."

How's about the whole damn reason you wanted to do it the first time?!

How about you join us then?

You hate him, don't you?

That's ridiculous. How are you supposed to know we're even doing anything if you're not there anyway? You want to be in the in of everything instead of not having it be your business. You might as well take your part seriously.

You gonna say you stepping out on somethin' you both like's got nothin' to do with me? Shit was just fine before I knew about it.

I'm saying that it's safer. Having sex with you over and over and over again is safer.

And boring. None of us're one-flavor types, and safe ain't what you wanna put out as a chief part of yer image. [Snort.] Hell, maybe we've done too many "over"s already.

I mean emotionally safer, I already know you don't give a damn about how I feel so that makes it okay.

[Another fist clench, an elbow rearing back; if he hadn't walked himself out of range, Klavier may have finally got that punch Greed was convinced he wanted since he walked in. But if it means having to actually go over to him, the rage spurt doesn't last that long.]

So you got an emotional problem with him?

I don't wan't an emotional problem with him, there's a difference. It's possible he could give a damn, then where would I be?

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