[[Scene: Prosecutor's Lunch]]
[[I guess this took place on Thursday or something cool like that :V]]
Klavier: *Klavier enters the cafe down the street from the prosecutor’s office. After being cooped up in his office reading cases all morning he welcomes the brief outing for his lunch break. He walks up to the counter and orders himself a latte and steak sandwich. The clerk nods and gets to work preparing them. Klavier leans against the deli counter, glancing at the other patrons. One in particular catches his eye: sitting over by the window.*
Klavier: *The clerk hands Klavier his sandwich and latte. Thanking him with a nod, Klavier takes his food and heads over towards the table by the window. He invites himself to sit down at the table, offering a grin to the woman across from him now. Silvery-blue hair, puffy shoulders, whip at her side -- Franziska von Karma*
Klavier: You know, Fräulein, a salad is not really a food.
Franziska: *She looks up at Klavier's wide grin, suppressing a groan; she suffices to give him a glare before taking another bite of her lunch.* I fail to see how it isn't, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: *Klavier gives a shrug and unwraps the wax paper around part of his sandwich, taking a bite and chewing for a moment* I am just saying, I would hate to be the one prosecuting that case... "Fräulein von Karma snapped in half by her boyfriend". Vegetables will do that, you know. *he says this as he pulls a tomato slice out of his sandwich and eats it*
Franziska: *She's taken aback for a moment by the sheer absurdity of the statement, frowning before she speaks.* ...If anything would cause... something like that, it would be those foolish marshmallow candies that you're constantly eating.
Klavier: *Klavier pauses for a moment and sips his latte* ...You mean the ones your brother steals from me? *he smirks and wipes a bit of sauce from the side of his mouth with his hand*
Franziska: I know Miles Edgeworth well enough to know that he has no interest in low-quality junk food. *She takes small bites of her salad.*
Klavier: My office is like Vegas, Fräulein -- what happens in my office, stays in my office. *he raises an eyebrow suggestively to the woman*
Franziska: *She grits her teeth in an attempt to refrain from raising her voice.* ...From the amount of paperwork you put out, I'd say that's fairly true.
Klavier: Ouch, low blow. *Frowning a little, he quickly gulps back more of his latte. Time for a change of subject.* So, you are Big D are getting pretty serious, ja?
Franziska: *She makes sure Klavier can't see her ever-so-slightly satisfied smirk.* ...Ah, Mr. Crescend. That would depend on your definition of "serious," I suppose.
Klavier: Well, he has asked you to the prom -- that seems pretty serious if you ask me... *he leans over the table a bit and tilts his sunglasses down to look at Franziska* And you know, you can call him by his first name. He will not be offended. I promise.
Franziska: He may not be offended, certainly, but I'm not sure that it's something I am comfortable with.
Klavier: *He knows better than to push the matter with Franziska -- for now, at least.* Ah, so... This will be your first prom ever, ja? You never really got one of those when you were younger, did you?
Franziska: ...By the time I was of high school age, I was a full-time prosecutor. *Her tone is neutral.* Unfortunately, I had no time for dances and the like.
Klavier: *Klavier nods* I know you were. Prosecutor by age thirteen... *he switches to speaking in German* I did a paper on you in university, I sat in on a few of your trials, you know. You are an impressive woman you realize -- I would almost be jealous of Daryan but I am not a big fan of getting whipped. *he flashes the woman a playful grin before biting into his sandwich*
Franziska: ...Thank you. And the whipping would not be an issue if you could teach yourself not to be rude. *The sentence is in German, out of habit more than anything, but she switches to English for the next question.* Are you going to this prom, by any chance?
Klavier: *He finishes chewing his food before shaking his head, returning to speaking in English* I was... But my date decided to cancel on me. *That playful grin returns to his face* Lucky you, ja? Another place you do not have to deal with me.
Franziska: *She decides not to respond to his last statement.* I see. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Klavier: *Klavier simply shrugs* My loss I suppose. I just hope you have a good time with Daryan. He may not look like it, but he is a good guy.
Franziska: *She sips at the glass of water she has on the table.* I suppose you would know best regarding that. He is quite devoted to you.
Klavier: Well, he is my friend. I could say the same about Fräulein Andrews and you, ja?
Franziska: In a sense, I suppose you could. ...How did your dinner go with her, by the way?
Klavier: It was alright. The place we went to was pretty good -- Italian. She seemed pretty happy to be treated to dinner... Is she always so jumpy though?
Franziska: "Jumpy" is not how I would phrase it. *Her voice is a bit colder.* She's shy, certainly... perhaps you intimidated her, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: *Klavier chuckles a bit* Intimidated by me? Fräulein, if she regularly deals with you, I cannot see anything being intimidating after that.
Franziska: Hmph. *She eats a bit more of her salad.* As a matter of fact, I do try not to intimidate my friends.
Klavier: *Raising his eyebrows in surprise for a moment, Klavier leans over the table with a grin* Oh really? Why do I find that so hard to believe...?
Franziska: I'm not sure. *She regards him coolly.* Perhaps you shouldn't.
Klavier: It is not nice to tease you know. *he sits back up, offering his sandwich to her* You want a bite? There is a little too much horseradish... But it is still better than what you are having. Mostly because this is actual food.
Franziska: ...No, thank you. This is perfectly suitable.
Klavier: Ja, for a rabbit.
Klavier: You are not a rabbit, Fräulein... *a cocky grin appears on his face* ...Unless you are, and I am severely missing out.
Franziska: *She takes out her whip, yanking it taut in front of her-- she wouldn't be able to whip him across the table without probably knocking things over, but Klavier doesn't have to know that.* I am not. ...And it is suitable for someone with a legitimate interest in their health.
Klavier: *The sight of the whip alone is enough to make Klavier jump. The force of him jumping back causes him to tip his chair back -- struggling to stay balanced as he flails his arms for a moment before crashing to the ground with the chair*
Klavier: *he looks up to Franziska and nods quickly, his voice coming out in the smallest peep* Understood.
Franziska: Good. *She turns back to finish her salad, glancing down to Klavier after a moment and attempting to keep any kind of triumph from entering her voice.* Are you all right?
Klavier: *Klavier stands up, picking his chair up and then glancing at his sandwich on the floor* Ja, I am okay... How long has my sandwich been on the ground? *he picks it up and brushes it off a little* Under thirty seconds?
Franziska: Twenty, perhaps. *She watches him with contempt.* Which is still too much to continue eating it.
Klavier: That is a shame. *he wraps what's left of his sandwich into a napkin* See? If you had just taken a bite, I would still have a sandwich.
Franziska: Perhaps. There isn't much left, in any case.
Klavier: *Klavier turns his attention to what's left of his latte, gulping it down* ...Are you going to finish your tomato? *he gestures to the slice of tomato still in Franziska's salad*
Franziska: *She glances down; there's hardly any left, and she did technically cause him to lose his sandwich.* You're welcome to it, I suppose. *She nudges the bowl with the tomato across the table towards him.*
Klavier: *he reaches over and takes the tomato out with his fingers, popping it into his mouth* Danke. It is still food for rabbits though.
Franziska: *Her fingers tighten around the whip's handle just a bit.* You're welcome, though I'd recommend being a bit more grateful, Mr. Gavin, in future.
Klavier: Oh, I am sorry. Danke schön. That better?
Franziska: That's not what I was referring to. You could at least refrain from insulting my lunch as you eat it.
Klavier: Well, although you have no taste in food, I will say this... *he grins; knowing how dangerously close he is to being whipped but is still willing to push Franziska a little further* You have good taste in guys. Daryan, he is the best.
Franziska: *Franziska bites back the urge to snap at him again, glancing away.* ...Others don't seem to share that opinion. *She sips at her water cautiously.*
Klavier: Only because they do not know him like I do. *he idly plays with his empty paper cup* I know my word means nothing to you, since I am... Just a fool, ja? *he tilts his sunglasses down, looking straight at Franziska* But I am yet to find someone with as much passion and dedication as he has towards everything he does. I hope you do not do anything to change that.
Franziska: *She seems slightly taken aback by his sudden change in tone.* I see. *She seems to think for a moment before nodding seriously.* You can rest assured that I won't.
Klavier: *he pushes his sunglasses back up* That is good then -- because I will not stand for my second guitar winding up like our drummer. You two have some fun at the prom. *he rises up from his chair* I will see you back at the office, ja?
Franziska: ...Yes, of course. *As Klavier leaves, she finishes the rest of her water and sits for a minute, considering, before standing and heading back towards the office herself.*
Klavier: *Klavier enters the cafe down the street from the prosecutor’s office. After being cooped up in his office reading cases all morning he welcomes the brief outing for his lunch break. He walks up to the counter and orders himself a latte and steak sandwich. The clerk nods and gets to work preparing them. Klavier leans against the deli counter, glancing at the other patrons. One in particular catches his eye: sitting over by the window.*
Klavier: *The clerk hands Klavier his sandwich and latte. Thanking him with a nod, Klavier takes his food and heads over towards the table by the window. He invites himself to sit down at the table, offering a grin to the woman across from him now. Silvery-blue hair, puffy shoulders, whip at her side -- Franziska von Karma*
Klavier: You know, Fräulein, a salad is not really a food.
Franziska: *She looks up at Klavier's wide grin, suppressing a groan; she suffices to give him a glare before taking another bite of her lunch.* I fail to see how it isn't, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: *Klavier gives a shrug and unwraps the wax paper around part of his sandwich, taking a bite and chewing for a moment* I am just saying, I would hate to be the one prosecuting that case... "Fräulein von Karma snapped in half by her boyfriend". Vegetables will do that, you know. *he says this as he pulls a tomato slice out of his sandwich and eats it*
Franziska: *She's taken aback for a moment by the sheer absurdity of the statement, frowning before she speaks.* ...If anything would cause... something like that, it would be those foolish marshmallow candies that you're constantly eating.
Klavier: *Klavier pauses for a moment and sips his latte* ...You mean the ones your brother steals from me? *he smirks and wipes a bit of sauce from the side of his mouth with his hand*
Franziska: I know Miles Edgeworth well enough to know that he has no interest in low-quality junk food. *She takes small bites of her salad.*
Klavier: My office is like Vegas, Fräulein -- what happens in my office, stays in my office. *he raises an eyebrow suggestively to the woman*
Franziska: *She grits her teeth in an attempt to refrain from raising her voice.* ...From the amount of paperwork you put out, I'd say that's fairly true.
Klavier: Ouch, low blow. *Frowning a little, he quickly gulps back more of his latte. Time for a change of subject.* So, you are Big D are getting pretty serious, ja?
Franziska: *She makes sure Klavier can't see her ever-so-slightly satisfied smirk.* ...Ah, Mr. Crescend. That would depend on your definition of "serious," I suppose.
Klavier: Well, he has asked you to the prom -- that seems pretty serious if you ask me... *he leans over the table a bit and tilts his sunglasses down to look at Franziska* And you know, you can call him by his first name. He will not be offended. I promise.
Franziska: He may not be offended, certainly, but I'm not sure that it's something I am comfortable with.
Klavier: *He knows better than to push the matter with Franziska -- for now, at least.* Ah, so... This will be your first prom ever, ja? You never really got one of those when you were younger, did you?
Franziska: ...By the time I was of high school age, I was a full-time prosecutor. *Her tone is neutral.* Unfortunately, I had no time for dances and the like.
Klavier: *Klavier nods* I know you were. Prosecutor by age thirteen... *he switches to speaking in German* I did a paper on you in university, I sat in on a few of your trials, you know. You are an impressive woman you realize -- I would almost be jealous of Daryan but I am not a big fan of getting whipped. *he flashes the woman a playful grin before biting into his sandwich*
Franziska: ...Thank you. And the whipping would not be an issue if you could teach yourself not to be rude. *The sentence is in German, out of habit more than anything, but she switches to English for the next question.* Are you going to this prom, by any chance?
Klavier: *He finishes chewing his food before shaking his head, returning to speaking in English* I was... But my date decided to cancel on me. *That playful grin returns to his face* Lucky you, ja? Another place you do not have to deal with me.
Franziska: *She decides not to respond to his last statement.* I see. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Klavier: *Klavier simply shrugs* My loss I suppose. I just hope you have a good time with Daryan. He may not look like it, but he is a good guy.
Franziska: *She sips at the glass of water she has on the table.* I suppose you would know best regarding that. He is quite devoted to you.
Klavier: Well, he is my friend. I could say the same about Fräulein Andrews and you, ja?
Franziska: In a sense, I suppose you could. ...How did your dinner go with her, by the way?
Klavier: It was alright. The place we went to was pretty good -- Italian. She seemed pretty happy to be treated to dinner... Is she always so jumpy though?
Franziska: "Jumpy" is not how I would phrase it. *Her voice is a bit colder.* She's shy, certainly... perhaps you intimidated her, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: *Klavier chuckles a bit* Intimidated by me? Fräulein, if she regularly deals with you, I cannot see anything being intimidating after that.
Franziska: Hmph. *She eats a bit more of her salad.* As a matter of fact, I do try not to intimidate my friends.
Klavier: *Raising his eyebrows in surprise for a moment, Klavier leans over the table with a grin* Oh really? Why do I find that so hard to believe...?
Franziska: I'm not sure. *She regards him coolly.* Perhaps you shouldn't.
Klavier: It is not nice to tease you know. *he sits back up, offering his sandwich to her* You want a bite? There is a little too much horseradish... But it is still better than what you are having. Mostly because this is actual food.
Franziska: ...No, thank you. This is perfectly suitable.
Klavier: Ja, for a rabbit.
Klavier: You are not a rabbit, Fräulein... *a cocky grin appears on his face* ...Unless you are, and I am severely missing out.
Franziska: *She takes out her whip, yanking it taut in front of her-- she wouldn't be able to whip him across the table without probably knocking things over, but Klavier doesn't have to know that.* I am not. ...And it is suitable for someone with a legitimate interest in their health.
Klavier: *The sight of the whip alone is enough to make Klavier jump. The force of him jumping back causes him to tip his chair back -- struggling to stay balanced as he flails his arms for a moment before crashing to the ground with the chair*
Klavier: *he looks up to Franziska and nods quickly, his voice coming out in the smallest peep* Understood.
Franziska: Good. *She turns back to finish her salad, glancing down to Klavier after a moment and attempting to keep any kind of triumph from entering her voice.* Are you all right?
Klavier: *Klavier stands up, picking his chair up and then glancing at his sandwich on the floor* Ja, I am okay... How long has my sandwich been on the ground? *he picks it up and brushes it off a little* Under thirty seconds?
Franziska: Twenty, perhaps. *She watches him with contempt.* Which is still too much to continue eating it.
Klavier: That is a shame. *he wraps what's left of his sandwich into a napkin* See? If you had just taken a bite, I would still have a sandwich.
Franziska: Perhaps. There isn't much left, in any case.
Klavier: *Klavier turns his attention to what's left of his latte, gulping it down* ...Are you going to finish your tomato? *he gestures to the slice of tomato still in Franziska's salad*
Franziska: *She glances down; there's hardly any left, and she did technically cause him to lose his sandwich.* You're welcome to it, I suppose. *She nudges the bowl with the tomato across the table towards him.*
Klavier: *he reaches over and takes the tomato out with his fingers, popping it into his mouth* Danke. It is still food for rabbits though.
Franziska: *Her fingers tighten around the whip's handle just a bit.* You're welcome, though I'd recommend being a bit more grateful, Mr. Gavin, in future.
Klavier: Oh, I am sorry. Danke schön. That better?
Franziska: That's not what I was referring to. You could at least refrain from insulting my lunch as you eat it.
Klavier: Well, although you have no taste in food, I will say this... *he grins; knowing how dangerously close he is to being whipped but is still willing to push Franziska a little further* You have good taste in guys. Daryan, he is the best.
Franziska: *Franziska bites back the urge to snap at him again, glancing away.* ...Others don't seem to share that opinion. *She sips at her water cautiously.*
Klavier: Only because they do not know him like I do. *he idly plays with his empty paper cup* I know my word means nothing to you, since I am... Just a fool, ja? *he tilts his sunglasses down, looking straight at Franziska* But I am yet to find someone with as much passion and dedication as he has towards everything he does. I hope you do not do anything to change that.
Franziska: *She seems slightly taken aback by his sudden change in tone.* I see. *She seems to think for a moment before nodding seriously.* You can rest assured that I won't.
Klavier: *he pushes his sunglasses back up* That is good then -- because I will not stand for my second guitar winding up like our drummer. You two have some fun at the prom. *he rises up from his chair* I will see you back at the office, ja?
Franziska: ...Yes, of course. *As Klavier leaves, she finishes the rest of her water and sits for a minute, considering, before standing and heading back towards the office herself.*