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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 missed yer chance to blame not doin' shit with him on me with that first time. Hell, it's part of the thrill for you... [There's a dismissive wave, a pause that seems like a realization, then a rush of tension in his shoulders scowl at the wall. He'll shrug it off momentarily, taking a few more tired steps back from the bed. At any rate, he seems to think he's figured something out.]

...Yeah. Naturally.

Just don't swear him off or tell him any of yer complaints if they got to do with me, if yer "afraid of retribution."

Why would I blame you for anything. You seem to have enough dislike for me to put all of the blame on me, stress me out, and attempt to rile me up...[Klavier isn't sure what he's just realized, but he's going to assume that it's another of Greed's horrible misconception]

I'm not going to say anything about what we've talked about today, but there is a tension between Issei and I that should be resolved.

It's only on yer end. You gonna pretend to hold him not likin' me against him?

No, I only hold you not liking me against you, I'll like who I wish to like regardless of who else does or does not like them.

Pretty speech.

So you got no problems with him. Or're you gonna suddenly say yer shy about yer bedroom life?

Don't you know, I'm very shy.

How long've you been planning this? Since yer date? Or just after I threatened you? Or just when you got pissed off at me this time?

Planning what? See, even you have me on some twisted sex schedule, I don't like it.

I know what yer up to. I'm not giving him up that easy, even for you.

You're being absurd again, if you don't like it then you shouldn't try to force something on me. Shouldn't you be responsible for your own actions and their consequences too?

Yeah. The "consequences."

I figure you're gonna feel like an ass when you find out you overestimated his stability and he gets hurt. I expect better outtah you, no matter who else sends him into a crying fit.

You get a trophy round with him, then you get to drop him and his baggage sayin' it's my fault. He gets pissed at me and throws a fit.

Yer just the Nice Guy victim caught up in it all. Image clear.

We're talking about you and your consequences, since we've already gone and beaten mine like it's a dead horse.

I know what I'm doing.

And I'm not doing that.

And that's just silly.

It works. You win. I'm sure yer real happy.

I'm sure I'm very miserable if that's how you define happiness.

[He's already en route to the door.] Don't bother him with any kinda talk about anything stressful. And give it to him whenever he wants it. That'll keep things smoothest for everyone.

[And after a second or two of watching Greed, Klavier stands up and follows him, dropping his hand on the his shoulder]

Edited 2012-02-14 22:25 (UTC)

[For his trouble, he gets a harsh brush off before Greed digs in his own pocket to hand him back his wallet. That's what he wanted, right? He couldn't expect to keep walking off with Klavier's wallet succesfully every time they met...]

[Klavier does take the wallet, looking at it briefly before tossing it on the nearest table, tempted to lay his hand back on Greed's shoulder before he recognizes that this is his second dismissal.] Whatever situation the community puts us in, I don't think it's good for us to talk beyond that if we can avoid it.

....Eh?

You know what I'm telling you.

I--[He only goes through two faces this time, starting with confusion he really doesn't have the right to--he does know what he's being told. He'd still rather spend a few seconds confused rather than accepting it.

Then he goes near blank, from confusion to something that would still be classified as a failure to comprehend something. He's not even sure what he's saying.] No.

No. [He nods, as if it makes more sense to say it again.]

Ah? [Alright, so either Klavier is going soft or he really is suffering from a lack of sleep.

Either way he's having trouble sticking to his convictions which is hard to do around Greed anyway.] Never mind...I'm still tired so forget what I said and don't fret your pretty head over it.

[He doesn't look remotely settled with that.]

[Of course the one thing that comes to mind is probably the last thing he should do, but Klavier wraps his arms around Greed anyway.] I'm sorry, don't worry about it...

Wha...t... the hell are you doing?! [He squirms, but not nearly hard enough to be a genuine attempt to throw him off.] You can't... what the hell kind of mixed up signal is that?! "I might have someone I like, so stay out of my way!" and "Don't talk to me no more" and I'm ruining yer memories with that kid, then you go and...

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