[accidental video ]

[glimmerous_fop]

[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.]

Comments

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[glimmerous_fop]

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.

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[material_guy]

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.

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[glimmerous_fop]

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?

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[material_guy]

If it's what he wants out of you.

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[glimmerous_fop]

No.

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[material_guy]

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

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[glimmerous_fop]

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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[material_guy]

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

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[glimmerous_fop]

How about you join us then?

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[material_guy]

You hate him, don't you?

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[glimmerous_fop]

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.

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[material_guy]

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.

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[glimmerous_fop]

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

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[material_guy]

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.

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[glimmerous_fop]

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

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[material_guy]

[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?

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[glimmerous_fop]

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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[material_guy]

I warned you about that risk months ago. Didn't stop you. Hell. it encouraged yuo.

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[glimmerous_fop]

And I'm telling you, you're taking it out of context and making something exist that isn't there so why can't you drop it? Aren't you supposed to be setting him up with some Lancer guy anyway?

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[material_guy]

If there's nothing there, what's the problem?!

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[glimmerous_fop]

Potential. Is your foresight that bad?

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[material_guy]

Yours has been! What's made that a problem now?!

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[glimmerous_fop]

Well played. At least now we know that we both have bad foresight, can we end this madness now?

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[material_guy]

I'm serious, dumbass.

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[glimmerous_fop]

Serious about what? Driving me crazy? There's an admirable goal, you're driving me batshit crazy already.