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

[On the one hand, it's good that Klavier seems to be feeling better. Probably. It's probably good. On the other hand, there are a few misconceptions that should be cleared up. Probably. They should probably be cleared up.

It's a little harder when he's not as angry as he was initially. It's more frustration than anything, but he's sure he can get back to angry.]

I told you back when you first set yer sights on him that there was bad potential! You were fine with it! You'd have done it all if he was willing! You went and Frenched him and bragged about it! Me knowin' wasn't a problem, it was a fuckin' added fucking kink! [Every 'fucking' come with another hand gesture, until he's close enough to nab his shirt again, this time trying to pull him up onto his toes.] This time you got him balls-deep in you and yer done?! How the hell do you think that's gonna make him feel?!

I imagine he's fine with it [and since Klavier is not too keen on being dragged up onto his toes, he's going to take his shirt collar back now, even if that means throwing Greed off of him] you're the one with all of the feelings, should I ask how that makes you feel?

[Klavier's's going to have to make a serious go at it if he wants loose; it's hard to say if Greed's using any unnatural strength for his grip, but he's certainly not taking it easy.] Yer the one who said I don't give a damn how you feel.

That doesn't mean I can't be concerned about your feelings! [And if it means Greed gets to walk away with two chunks of the attorney's shirt, he'll gladly tear it free so long as that gets him flat on his feet again.]

[Deciding Klavier's a little too mobile and struggling a little too hard, he pushes him up against the window he had been leaning against before, none too gently. He's as harsh about it as he would be if it were a traditional wall. He knew he could get himself right back into angry territory again.] Stop pretending this's about me!

[But a part of the thrill was getting Klavier there, too. His secretary backed down just when he seemed at the brink of snapping. That was unfair to their audience.]

[Klavier glanced over his shoulder. It was high, they were on the top floors of the prosecutor's building...but the glass was reinforced and it was hard to see up here. Though Klavier had to wonder if that was a good thing anymore. Frustrated at this point he's quick to push right back if for no other reason than to get out from being pinned against the window.] It is about you! When is nothing about you, you're the center of the universe! When I say no to something it should be the end of it!

[Not only is he being pushed up against the glass, he's being hoisted to have as little of his weight on his feet as possible.]

Fine! [Greed's not satisfied with just a push; he'll push harder, encouraging him to make a real fight out of it, leaning into his face with a snicker and a grin that's too clearly baiting him to take advantage of the fact that both of the attorney's hands are free, and both of his own are occupied.] Then just think of it as me not wantin' to deal with bein' the one to lose my monk a great piece of ass!

You couldn't just leave him [push] hanging right? You got him all worked up! And yer not that cruel right?!

[The thing is Klavier is very certain he's being baited, but Greed is irritating him enough right now that he doesn't really care about that fact. He's also aware that Greed is expecting him to use his hands to get his advantage back, but that would just be too predictable.

Instead Klavier plants one foot against the wall, giving himself leverage for his other leg so he can jam his knee into Greed's stomach. The Homunculous wanted it and the attorney was finally in the mood to deliver, but he wasn't planning to stay put and see if his blow had any effect.

Thanks to all of Greed's man handling and Klavier's own free hands, he uses the combination of his loose shirt and his own arms to slip free. That might mean leaving his shirt behind, but it's not important to him anymore. It's probably a good thing that he knows this building better than Greed, though getting out of the room has yet to be seen.]

[Unexpected; the homunculus gives a good, solid grunt with that knee to the gut, followed by what might be the bastard child of a cough and a laugh. Even if he's hardy, it's a human enough reaction. Kneeing him feels like kneeing anyone else would. Greed doesn't even make a belated reach for him, still holding the other's shirt with an iron grip as he watches him slip away. Then he turns to face him, tossing the shirt aside. There's no immediate move to follow or to say anything, letting the tension build, seeing if Klavier will try to diffuse the situation, seeing if he'll feel genuinely threatened enough to go with the flight response or if, put under enough silent pressure, he'll go for fighting, for something more than pure self defense.]

[Flight, naturally, as this was purely self-defense. Surprising Greed long enough to slip away is one thing, fighting him is a different matter altogether. Klavier is also wise enough to know that words are ineffective so he doesn't waste any of the precious time given to him, making getting out of the office and closing the door behind him his top priority. It would be stupid to stop there, and soon enough he's shutting his secretary's door behind him as well leaving Greed to either stand in his office alone or come after him. Though Klavier could also see him returning home as well which was a possible third option, but he's not going to check right now. No, now is a good time to just duck into the nearest bathroom to cool his head.]

W-- [Nobody ever listens when ordered to wait. He gives up before the full word is even out. Instead, he stands there in the center of the office a bit awkwardly. He looks left. He looks right. He looks to the window. To the guitar wall. Then back to the door.

Now that he's confirmed it, he'll say it aloud:]

....He left.

[He hadn't thought he was quite that threatening... He wanted to make him snap, sure, but hitting him was a very complex task, if he really was going to get around to it.

Maybe he over did it a little?

Now the idiot's out there shirtless---

Oh, like that matters. He's too shameless for that to be a problem...]

[Yes, and he doesn't return until he's had a sufficient amount of time to calm down, splash his face with cold water, and comb his hair back with his hands. After spending more than a sufficient amount of time in the bathroom he eventually returns to his office. Not for his shirt, and probably for the best since it really would have looked like someone attacked him.

Plus all he had to do was slip on a t-shirt from the small wardrobe he had in his secretary's office once he's made it that far.

No.

He's actually not sure why he's back and he stands out in his secretary's office for a healthy amount of minutes before finally turning the knob to his office door and checking to see if the dust had settled. Surely Greed wouldn't hang around that long.]

[He spent the first ten minutes waiting by the window and thinking. He entertained the idea that perhaps Klavier called the cops. Impossible. He wouldn't want something that complicated to come from all of this, right?

Within any ten minute span after that, Greed would have gravitated to his chair. If either computer had easy to access internet, he would be checking back over Klavier's responses to others trying to cheer him up.

If it was longer than twenty minutes, he'd be typing something in Notepad. That one would take longer; he wasn't a very skilled typist and still had to look for certain letters and punctuation marks. He could be at that for as long as fifteen minutes, which would put his total waiting time around 35 minutes.

If he had to wait that long, he would at last decide Klavier had gone home and head there to see him, taking his shirt as an excuse.]

[Fortunately Klavier had returned before the 35 minute period was up to find Greed in his office which came as a surprise to him. Even more surprising was his office was still intact and that Greed was sitting at his computer. Klavier doesn't say anything, but he does close the door behind him, quietly...though maybe not quietly enough. He intended to watch the Homunculus in silence.]

[The door click is enough to have his attention. He's not a skilled enough typist to get lost in it and to forget his surroundings. As smoothly as any modern office slacker could manage, the window is closed and whatever message he saw fit to leave is lost forever. Without missing a beat, he tosses Klavier's shirt back at him.] Round two?

[Klavier can't bring himself to ponder what kind of message Greed was writing, especially when he turned back around. The attorney doesn't even catch the shirt, he merely lets it land at his feet more concerned with looking between Greed and the door. He doesn't answer him, unsure of what he means by round two, but it's clear that the ex-rocker is starting to get a little panicky again.]

[Greed's stormed into enough other people's bases and done considerably worse than shake them around a little. A pretty face was letting him get away with too much too long if this is the first time he's showing any fear, after so flippantly saying 'just hit me' so often.

There's no reason to feel guilty.]

[Klavier suspects it would have been different if Greed punched him instead of pinning him. It would have been quicker anyway and it felt less threatening and less claustrophobic. Like no matter what he did he wouldn't be able to get away from it and would be subjected to more than just a punch in the face. That's how it made him feel at the time.]

[Ahem.]

[He leans back further in the chair; sitting is the best position to keep the other at ease, for now, even if he tries to use it to infuriate him.] Decided to take back yer own office? Thatta boy... It's no good if a prosecutor's chased out of his own office by a criminal.

[Klavier's not at ease yet, he has to bow his head and bury his face in the palm of one hand in order to attempt to keep himself in check, if only for a little while.] Th-that's...not...

That's right. Laws and justice, that kinda thing's irrelevant. So... [He considers standing up, but he watches the other as he does so. He'll go right back down if it looks like Klavier's hand is going for the door knob.]

[He shakes his head, disagreeing with Greed, because justice is everything to him naturally. Trying to say something is a different matter entirely.

Since he's not looking up, he's not watching Greed so he's not concerned with the door at the moment, just his own overwhelmed self.]

[So he's not scared anymore. So, it's fine to approach, thumbs hooked in his back pockets as he looms forward.] Let's get down to what really matters, yeah? Yer here 'cause of me. I chased you into this office. Then I chased you out. It's all just about me and you. I'm somethin' you need to beat. That's all.

[Perhaps not as much as before, but he doesn't let his guard down and he leans back when Greed looms over him, too distracted by the contrasting feelings threatening him to really hear what he's saying...not that it makes sense. At least he's looking up again, though he is watching Greed through his fanned out fingers.]...what...?

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