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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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[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...?

You were happy fucking him. I'm the one who ruined that for you.

I'm the one who's got you wound up enough to be treatin' three good lookin' girls who wanna pour some attention on you real cold. That's me ruining that for you, too.

It's a side you don't wanna show no one, right? But it's slipping. I'll even get to your image at this rate.

Greed...

...Greed...

...

[His flippant expression doesn't last long. The look on his face couldn't easily be called sympathetic, but his eyes start to look for something else in the office to settle on.]

Him or you. Who do you think I'm here for right now?

[Klavier doesn't really think about the answer when he says it so it just come out, thoughtless and without much time to consider the consequences of it. Not even to tell himself that it was probably wishful thinking on his behalf.]

For me...you're here...

Aa. So you can take it out on me. You can snap and be somethin' real ugly for a little while.

[Klavier bows his head forward looking exhausted, it's not just Greed, it the hours he hasn't slept as well starting to get to him.]

I don't understand, why would you volunteer for something like that?

[Greed takes a few shuffling steps back to give him a pathway to the chair in which he'll be completely out of his reach, in case he's still skittish, waving him to go ahead.] Volunteer? Don't make it sound like some kinda chore.

What would you call it?

Anyway...Aren't I like this because of you? Why do you like to irritate me, don't you like me at all?

[The chair seems to be too far to walk to so the attorney stays put for the time being.]

Taking. That's the kinda thing I do.

As much as I can, right? [It's questionable whether he means that's how much he likes to irritate him, or whether that's an answer to whether he likes him at all.] But as long as it's an honest response outtah you, even if it means some not-so-hot side comes out, or even if it means I end up making a dark side that ain't there, or even if you end up crying, or even if you end up annoyingly cool, I wanna see it. So I'll take it!

Taking...huh...you're so involved, but I'm not yours...are you so sure about that? [Klavier is talking to Greed, but it seems like he's indirectly talking to Greed in a state that's almost like being in a daze or waking up from some kind of dream] Hn...how can you take something that isn't yours.

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