Achtung, Baby!

[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.]

While being a seventeen year old high school student was a...blast...I can say I'm quite content with the way things are at the moment. I do not envy them their work load...and all of that daunting work, igitt!

[Locked from Kristoph]
For those of you who had Kristoph as a teacher, I can't say that I pity you much, though I'm sure he was hard on you.

...

Speaking of which, where am I going to find a fir or a spruce around here on such short notice, I don't have any blue and silver decorations either...and Goose...I'm not much of a cook though I don't think he's expecting me to be...

...I don't think his expectations are too high at all.

Damn it.

I'm still surprised that he's coming here actually, but how...I guess it doesn't really matter...

And what am I going to do about Vongole?

I'm glad Eierlikör and mulled wine fit in with tradition...otherwise I doubt I'd make it.
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