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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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[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?

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.

[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.]

[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...

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.]

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...

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?

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...

This's no time for secrets. You cut me off from getting laid, so you owe me. [He doesn't sound particularly serious or like he expects that reasoning to work at all, but a tired Klavier is a bit like a less affectionate, less dangerous, less insufferably desirable drunken Klavier. Who knows what he might get out of him.]

Hn...you make me feel too much...[Klavier said, his eyes falling closed so as he continues to speak he's incredibly drowsey and not fully aware of what he's telling Greed] ...you're an emotional threat...you have the power to really hurt me. That's pretty frightening...

If you throw a punch or a kick like that, I'll get that I crossed some kinda line. And I'll hit you back if I think a line needs to be crossed or yer bein' too picky. But, y'know, if I end up hurting you on accident, somethin' like that'll square it off. You can call it communication. Or justice. You like justice.

You mock my justice...besides I'm not always in the mood to hit you when you make me feel something unexpected. It just scares me that you have that ability...since when have you become so important?

[With a held in sigh, he looks down at his unfortunately cigaretteless hand, then off down the opposite end of the hallway. His foot taps at the open air twice as he resits the urge to clear his throat awkwardly.

Taking things to heart would be like taking a drunk's emotional statements seriously. Beyond that, the ex-rocker's a habitual flatterer and flirt even when sober and well rested... The kind of guy who is unfortunately very aware of how good he looks naked, and yet can climb into a bathtub naked with someone and start giving them a massage, not expecting anything to come of it... or who can at least claim to be such a person.]

You don't need to be scared of people. It doesn't suit you. At least, that's... While I'm around...

[Aaaah, I'm getting sucked into his pace.]

[Certainly Klavier knew he was attractive, but his fling with Issei had still been unexpected. It really was pretty innocent as far as he'd been concerned, or it had started that way. Klavier wasn't trying to be seductive and he'd always had the impression that he wasn't Issei's type so he didn't really think too hard about looks around Issei. Of course he was intentionally suggestive around the monk at the best of times, but that was to get a rise out of him. He figured that attitude acted as a kind of repellent, so inviting Issei for a few hours of inner enlightenment should have been nothing, it just happened that way.

Anyway, Klavier couldn't explain it in a way that would ever make sense to Greed and the other seemed to not believe him regardless. But he wasn't going to force himself in a sexual relationship with Issei either, not if it meant having to deal with Helicopter Greed. Though there was this genuine notion that the ex-rocker didn't really want to upset Greed anymore and it hadn't been his intention this time either which was why he wanted it quiet. So maybe he was more upset with himself than anyone else, but his own insecurities forced him to put the blame elsewhere. That was a reality he didn't care to think about.]

Hn...? I wish I could be that perfect...you already know I'm flawed...but if you don't want me to fear you then that's something I can work on...I really don't mean to hurt you...

Be scared. I'll still beat the hell out of you. Don't think once you get some sleep yer off the hook.

But... I'm the kinda guy who drinks hard and likes the kinda stuff that'll fuck a guy up a little. So don't worry about hurting me. It's... probably fine if it's just a part of you bein' imperfect. I li... that kinda thing's a kick. I told you I wanna see those rough parts of you you don't wanna show. It's Equivalent Exchange. I get to see it.

Hn...You should be more clear on what you wand from me...should I be afraid...shouldn't I be afraid...or should I follow my own instincts which tells me to be appropriately afraid when the mood strikes?

Hn...some how I think this whole equivalent exchange thing is just a way for you to get what you want sometimes. It's some kind of rule isn't it? You didn't strike me as the type...more like the march to the beat of your own drum type...

You should be honest. I'm honest when I do things to you, so if yer honestly afraid of it, it's a real two-way, honest relationship. For better or worse.

It's more like a principle. Don't I usually play fair with you? I'm a principled guy like that.

Honesty...there's no such thing that exists between us, I can't get why you're trying to find something like that.

No, you don't always, but then again we have different interpretations of what's fair.

Yeah. I guess you wouldn't get it... You've always been kinda bad at simple stuff. [With that, he finally pushes to a stand.] You oughtta be all right here for a little while, right?

Mmm...it's more like...you would refuse to believe it if I told you I was being honest so I've given up trying... [Klavier leans back against the frame of the door again closing his eyes nodding at Greed's question] Mm...I will.

[He stands staring down at him with no actual motion to leave after standing up, though.]

[Being stared at does make trying to get some shuteye a little difficult so he cracks an eye open and watches Greed curiously.] You're going home...? I know it's hard for you to believe what I say, but I'll be alright. The odds of someone kidnapping me are very small.

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