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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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[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.

'cause even if I take it, I won't probably won't get it. Get it?

No...I don't get it...why go after something that's completely beyond your grasp?

[Both hands rise up, exposing his palms, approaching slowly in case he's still on edge.] Yer tired, right? I'll give you a lift home.

Hn...but your reason for coming here...you just wanted to see me upset [Klavier is indeed tired so he steps into Greed and props his head on his shoulder]

[That was a little more comfortable than Greed was prepared for him to be; his shoulders stiffen briefly, staring down at him, then around the office as if expecting a third party to have materialized to watch his reaction.

Well, they are alone. Still mechanical, his arm raises, giving the blonde an awkward pat on the head, probably pushing a little too hard with his hand.] Not 'just.'

I wanted to see you snap. Who else's gonna push you? But, even if you don't snap, there's other reasons to push you...

Hn...? Looking for a little emotional honesty?

[Greed's sudden awkwardness does nothing to encourage Klavier to move, if anything he's too comfortable where he is and too exhausted to care. Once his instincts tell him that the threat has passed he's again at ease with closeness and contact.]

There's that, but... I mean, if I didn't, you'd... Everyone else just... Like I said, I'm the one you need to beat. Even if it wasn't my fault, you'd just keep takin' it out on other people and working and... Yer image conscious... normally you'd pretend to be a nice guy with any energy you got left, so you probably don't wanna be like that at people... I mean... This isn't the kinda thing you like in yer job, is it? You like yer job but if it ends up some kinda escape, even just the boring parts, then you're not gonna like it... or you'll get all... depressed or somethin' when throwin' yourself at work doesn't get nothin' done and... [He can go on like this semi-incoherently as long as Klavier's inclined to let him. Eventually his hand settles on his shoulder, fingers drumming awkwardly as he fishes around between topics.]

Mmmmhmmm...so you're doing all of this for my image and my work...you're not really serious about making me do something I don't want to though are you?...It's fine...[suppressed yawn...and as long as Greed is standing their Klavier will quite happily make himself cozy. Since his shirt's a mess, nestling into Greed's vest is pretty cozy, especially with the fur lining and everything. What were you saying again?]

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