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[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.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

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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[material_guy]

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

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[glimmerous_fop]

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

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[material_guy]

[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.

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[glimmerous_fop]

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]

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[material_guy]

[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...

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[glimmerous_fop]

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.]

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[material_guy]

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.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

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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[material_guy]

[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.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

[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.]

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[material_guy]

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?

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[glimmerous_fop]

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.]

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[material_guy]

[Ah. So he's finally snapped.

Stare.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

[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.]

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[material_guy]

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?]

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[glimmerous_fop]

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...

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[material_guy]

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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[glimmerous_fop]

Hn...[Klavier groans a little bit getting comfortable where he is while at the same time refusing to let his door turn into flying mince.

He hears what Greed is telling him and he feels annoyed all over again, but not annoyed enough to get up and make some grand statement. Instead the Homunculus gets a mini statement.]...Then lightening will strike and you'll get little bits of me all over your nice shoes...I on the other hand will go to hell for backing down. I'll sleep here.

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[material_guy]

[And so Greed plops down to take a seat next to him, sitting against the wall since Klavier has claimed the door.

Just as he thinks to say something, the fact that he's out of cigarettes makes the prospect of conversation near insufferable.

He'll have to wait for Klavier to fall asleep to break his door in, then.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

[So, it looks like Greed was going to sit with him until he fell asleep. Klavier knew there was a hidden motive, but he didn't have the strength right now to bust the Homunculus for it at the moment.] Hn...Herr...don't you dare touch my door...you'll leave me alone completely defenseless if you do...

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[material_guy]

Same thing if I just leave you out here. [Which makes it not an option, no matter how safe he assumes the complex is. Besides, without his keys, he'd have a difficult time getting back to the office to pick them up, wouldn't he? He's walked from his office to his house before. He'd rather not put him through that, looking as ruffled as he does.

On second thought, that might be a good revenge.]

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[glimmerous_fop]

Yeah, but the silver lining is I'll still have a door. Either way I'll be exposed to what's out here so I'd rather have a door [Klavier wasn't thinking about getting his keys, it's not something he seems too worried about right now, not with his head resting uneasily against the door frame. He would probably come up with something whenever he chose to wake up.] Hn...who knows...a neighbor could come and pick me up...

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[material_guy]

I'll take care of it. [He's dismissive and in no rush to actually get to it for now, though. He may just walk to the office. It's not that far. He needs some time to clear his head, as it is.]

Hey. Did'ja really figure I'd hurt you, or was that knee 'cause you were pissed off?

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[glimmerous_fop]

Hm...? [Klavier can't be sure by what Greed means by that, whther he intends to attack the door or attach the neighbors or something else entirely. His brain quickly shelves it aside as Greed throws another issue at him that's even more complex.]

There's a part of you that terrifies me...but that's...a secret...