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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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[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?]

[Damn, but he's weird. What the hell is he doing, attempting to snuggle into the guy who sent him ripping himself out of his shirt and fleeing the room in a topless panic less than an hour ago? And who he was swapping spit with and moaning under not long before that...

It can't be helped. He's stressed. He isn't thinking straight.]

You'll wanna do him again, so it is fine.

[He activates the device to take them to his apartment complex lobby, someplace indiscreet enough to slip towards the elevator without too obviously coming from nowhere at all.]

[He's tired, that has to be it. That and Greed has him on overload, it's not even funny Greed, not even funny at all.]

Hn...if I ever considered it you'd have to swear off getting irritated over it...but you...you I want...

[Klavier isn't really paying attention to where they have landed or where they were going...he doesn't even know that they've left yet.]

Edited 2012-02-11 22:39 (UTC)

I'm not swearing off shit. You couldn't swear off doin' shit to him when it first started, so deal with it now... [He had intended to send him off to the elevator alone, but in this state, Greed decides to take him directly to his own front door, at least. Dragging him along to the elevator, he glances around awkwardly, wondering if anybody is watching. Klavier's pretty shameless. This feels more awkward than just making out in public, damn it.]

You don't want me, you're too damned tired to even stand up on yer own. Or're you sayin' you're gonna just lay back 'n let me have a go at you?

Your wampum, Herr, then that's that...we swear nothing...you can at least give me that much...[At this point Klavier makes an attempt to hold his own weight until they get to the door.]

I never said that...if it's what you think that'd make two of us...though I suppose you'd end up doing all of the work.

[And now that they are at the door Klavier turns around, leans his back against the door, slides down so that he's sitting, buries his face in his knees and...starts laughing.]

[Ah. So he's finally snapped.

Stare.]

[You know how, sometimes when you're tired, things that aren't that funny are funny...and when you're exhausted the humor is magnified.

It's the sleep deprivation.]

Herr...I...I...keys...forgot the...forgot the...the keys...they're at...the office.

[And now he'll dissolve into a fit of laughter.]

Ah. [Nod. Knuckle crack.] No problem. [He doesn't get the joke at all, giving Klavier a strange look before giving him a nudge with his foot out of the way so that he can kick the thing in; that's going to be, what, the third door in one year to replace as a penalty for knowing Greed?]

Nein...[Klavier refuses to budge, knowing exactly what greed has in mind and instead rests his head against the door frame. If greed busts his door in then he would be without a door, more of an imposition than having to pay for another door.]...I'll sleep here...

Don't be stupid. [Another foot nudge, more to be annoying than to really will him out of the way. Realizing it's useless, he eyes the door again, debating between going back to the office, or just trying to world hop the extra two feet inside of his actual apartment. It's not really something so specific he can use it as a teleportation device that would give him a precise battle edge, onto some X marked spot or any such.]

Hey. Say you'll keep fucking my monk at least once every month or two and I'll go get yer keys. And somethin' to eat. You probably ain't ate in a while, right?

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