[See Klavier…and see him as you’ve never seen him before—surrounded by books, folders, mountains of papers. He’s a man who looks as though he could use some sun, a few good meals and a nice long rest! He also looks more rugged than usual, he seems to have missed out on a few of his fundamental bathroom routines such as the usual hair styling and shaving—he’s accumulated a few days worth of five o’clock shadows.
He can bee seen scribbling something very intensely onto a sheet of paper, almost as though the paper offends him. Who knows, maybe it does! He stays like this for several minutes writing vigorously before suddenly throwing down his pencil and making a grab for a stopwatch around his neck.]
Time!
[He looks down at the stopwatch a somewhat exasperated expression forms on his face, his free hand is attempting to shake the numbness from all of that writing away.]
Not good enough…not nearly where I want to be yet.
[Klavier leans back in his seat scrubbing at his face with the palms of his hand.]
Ach weh! When did I become so serious [excellent timing because right on cue a low growling, rumbling can be heard and Klavier glances down at his stomach] uh…that’s…very attractive. I suppose that means you want to be fed? But there's still so much to do!
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