[[Scene: Hassliebe]]
[[This takes place on, I dunno. Monday? It's also ALL YOUR FAULT, Apollo.]]
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't go to Klavier's place right away. He waits for a few days after his talk with Apollo, waiting to see if his "apprentice" will offer any more telling information. But none comes, and the wait ultimately does more harm than good--by the time Kristoph heads towards Klavier's building, his anger and embarrassment has had time to fester, grinding at his innards.*
Kristoph: *He rings Klavier's apartment at the door and waits impatiently, his coat--too thick for the season--wrapped tightly around him.*
Klavier: *Klavier steps out of the kitchen and over to the intercom. He's not expecting anyone, so his mind assures him there is only one person who could be down there right now* Yo D, forget your key again?
Kristoph: *Kristoph's eyes narrow, glad to know that Daryan must not be in. He presses the button* It's me, Klavier. I need to speak to you.
Klavier: *Klavier blinks, a bit surprised to hear his brother* Oh, Kris. You usually call first... *he smiles, chuckling a bit* Just happened to be in the area, ja? Come on up. *he presses a button to unlock the front door*
Kristoph: *Kristoph lets himself in, and moves swiftly through the short lobby to the elevators. Fortunately there's no one around to notice his cold expression as he rides one to the top and strides to Klavier's door. He raps twice, shortly.*
Klavier: *Moving quickly over to the door with a can of soda in hand, Klavier opens the door with a wide smile, not noticing his brother's expression at first* What up, bro?
Kristoph: *Kristoph steps quickly into the apartment and closes the door behind him. With his head tilted down, all that's visible of his eyes are a slight gleam off his glasses.* Is your roommate out?
Klavier: *Klavier looks over his shoulder and calls out* Yo, D? You in? *he waits a moment before turning back to Kristoph* Ja. Football practice probably.
Kristoph: *Kristoph is quiet a moment, just to be absolutely sure that Daryan doesn't respond from somewhere within the apartment.* I see.
Kristoph: *He moves suddenly, taking one step towards Klavier, his right arm flashing out to strike Klavier across the face as hard as he can.*
Klavier: *Klavier's head jerks to the side from the sudden blow. The soda can drops from his hand and spills across the floor but Klavier can do little more than blink in shock. He brings his hand to his cheek; it doesn't hurt very much, it was just so sudden. He looks to Kristoph, eyes wary*
Klavier: What... What did I do?
Kristoph: How dare you! *Kristoph's hands shake as he grabs the front of Klavier's shirt and forces him back further into the apartment* Did you think anything you said to him wouldn't get back to me? Wouldn't affect me!?
Klavier: *Klavier grabs Kristoph's shoulders and attempts to push him away* Whoa! Kris, chill out -- what are you talking about? *Klavier has never seen his brother act like this -- he's seen Kris upset but this seems to be beyond that point. Still thoroughly confused, he watches his brother closely; attempting to prepare himself for... whatever may come*
Kristoph: *Kristoph fights back, and succeeds in shoving Klavier off him.* You know what I'm talking about! Apollo works for me, Klavier. How dare you tell him anything about our history!
Klavier: *Klavier takes a few steps back, holding his hands up in front of him just to distance himself from Kristoph* What? You are all pissed off because of Forehead? *the prosecutor is in a bit of disbelief right now, trying to recall the conversation he had with Apollo*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stalks past him--pacing like a caged animal.* How many times have I asked you not to speak about our father to other people? Do you have any idea how I felt when that boy--of all people!--came in and started asking questions!?
Klavier: *Klavier relaxes a little, bringing his hands down* I still have no idea what you are mad about. You hit me because I told my friend we were born in Germany and our parents separated? *he scoffs a bit* Getting all worked up over nothing -- just like dad.
Kristoph: *Kristoph whips around so fast he almost loses his own balance, and is on Klavier again in an instant.* You say that again! *This time his hands go right for Klavier's neck, though they're shaking too hard to exert any dangerous amount of pressure.* You fucking try to say that again!
Klavier: *Klavier's eyes grow wide as he grabs his brother's wrists, trying to pry his hands from his neck. He clenches his teeth; he knows he should bite his tongue, keep quiet and let Kristoph calm down, but...* No wonder mom never wanted you back-- it would be just like having him around again.
Kristoph: *Kristoph's face flushes red, and his voice is almost a howl as he throws all his weight forward and sends them tumbling onto the ground. He lands on top of his brother, still gripping him by the neck--still too distraught and too scared to squeeze.* Shut up! Shut up!
Klavier: *Klavier manages to bend his leg beneath his brother, kneeing the older man in the stomach in an attempt to get him off* Get off me!
Kristoph: *Kristoph grunts, his hands coming away from Klavier's neck as he falls to the side. It startles him, and he has to struggle with the thick fabric of his coat to get up on his knees once more*
Klavier: *Klavier sits up and rubs his neck where Kristoph was holding him. The older man wasn't holding tight enough to actually choke him, but the idea of what could have happened...* Get out of here, Kristoph.
Kristoph: *Kristoph leans back as he gasps after his lost breath. At first there's a dull sensation of horror for what he's done, and the lengths his own anger drove him to. It's Klavier's expression that gives him focus--the face that is so similar to his own, but at the same time it's so drastically different, staring back and judging him.*
Kristoph: *A strange, almost weary calm falls over him.* Why are you doing this to me?
Klavier: Why?! *Klavier's face quickly turns to anger; scrunching his nose up and sneering at Kristoph* WHY?! I have no idea what I have even done and you come in here and start fucking choking me!
Kristoph: *Kristoph flinches back a little at Klavier's angry tone, but continues to speak as if not registering any of the words.* Did you tell him to bring it up to me? Why would you hurt me like that?
Klavier: *Klavier rolls his eyes, jamming his hands in his pockets* I never told him to do anything! He is your intern and my friend. He can do whatever he wants -- go smack him next time he pisses you off, ja? I would, personally, really appreciate that.
Kristoph: You told him something. *Kristoph clenches his jaw momentarily as he struggles with his composure.* He told me you told me something. How can you not understand by now what that does to me!?
Klavier: *Klavier shakes his head, his hands tensing up inside his pockets* Ja. I tell people a lot of things. If you are this upset that I told Apollo something, I would hate to see what you would do to me if you found out what I tell my manager. Or how about what I tell my roommate -- mein Gott! Daryan knows we both need glasses! Going to smack me for that next time?
Kristoph: That's not what I mean and you know it! *Kristoph can't help it--he grabs Klavier by the front of his shirt again.* Every time you run your mouth to someone about our father, I'm the one that ends up having to explain what happened to him. How am I supposed to answer that boy when even you don't try to understand!
Klavier: *Klavier grabs Kristoph's wrists, pulling the man off him. His face is serious; jaw locked down in a grimace as he stares at his brother* Why should I care how you are supposed to explain something to Apollo? *he scoffs a bit, eyes darting away from Kristoph's face, focusing on the other side of the room* He was your dad.
Kristoph: Selfish, ignorant little brat. I should have known better than to expect any better from you. *Kristoph scowls as he pushes to his feet.* You're not the one forced to remember his corpse every time someone loses all sense of privacy and civility!
Klavier: *Klavier takes a few steps back, throwing his hands up in his air* You are absolutely right, Kris. I should just go back to Germany. Go back to Germany so you can enjoy your perfect little life here without me ruining it -- since clearly, my only goal in life is to make you miserable.
Kristoph: Then get the hell out of here already! *Kristoph turns and marches towards the door, his steps too quick for it to be anything but a retreat.* Then you can fail both your careers where I don't have to see it!
Klavier: *Klavier is too angry to respond as he watches his brother retreat. Balling his fists, he finally shouts* Yeah, just fuck off. Auf Nimmerwiedersehen!!
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't slow down until he reaches the door, and doesn't speak as he storms through it. He only shoots one more glare Klavier's way before slamming the door behind him.*
Klavier: *Klavier storms over to the couch and sits down. He holds his head, digging his fingers into his scalp. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh* Gottverdammt...
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't go to Klavier's place right away. He waits for a few days after his talk with Apollo, waiting to see if his "apprentice" will offer any more telling information. But none comes, and the wait ultimately does more harm than good--by the time Kristoph heads towards Klavier's building, his anger and embarrassment has had time to fester, grinding at his innards.*
Kristoph: *He rings Klavier's apartment at the door and waits impatiently, his coat--too thick for the season--wrapped tightly around him.*
Klavier: *Klavier steps out of the kitchen and over to the intercom. He's not expecting anyone, so his mind assures him there is only one person who could be down there right now* Yo D, forget your key again?
Kristoph: *Kristoph's eyes narrow, glad to know that Daryan must not be in. He presses the button* It's me, Klavier. I need to speak to you.
Klavier: *Klavier blinks, a bit surprised to hear his brother* Oh, Kris. You usually call first... *he smiles, chuckling a bit* Just happened to be in the area, ja? Come on up. *he presses a button to unlock the front door*
Kristoph: *Kristoph lets himself in, and moves swiftly through the short lobby to the elevators. Fortunately there's no one around to notice his cold expression as he rides one to the top and strides to Klavier's door. He raps twice, shortly.*
Klavier: *Moving quickly over to the door with a can of soda in hand, Klavier opens the door with a wide smile, not noticing his brother's expression at first* What up, bro?
Kristoph: *Kristoph steps quickly into the apartment and closes the door behind him. With his head tilted down, all that's visible of his eyes are a slight gleam off his glasses.* Is your roommate out?
Klavier: *Klavier looks over his shoulder and calls out* Yo, D? You in? *he waits a moment before turning back to Kristoph* Ja. Football practice probably.
Kristoph: *Kristoph is quiet a moment, just to be absolutely sure that Daryan doesn't respond from somewhere within the apartment.* I see.
Kristoph: *He moves suddenly, taking one step towards Klavier, his right arm flashing out to strike Klavier across the face as hard as he can.*
Klavier: *Klavier's head jerks to the side from the sudden blow. The soda can drops from his hand and spills across the floor but Klavier can do little more than blink in shock. He brings his hand to his cheek; it doesn't hurt very much, it was just so sudden. He looks to Kristoph, eyes wary*
Klavier: What... What did I do?
Kristoph: How dare you! *Kristoph's hands shake as he grabs the front of Klavier's shirt and forces him back further into the apartment* Did you think anything you said to him wouldn't get back to me? Wouldn't affect me!?
Klavier: *Klavier grabs Kristoph's shoulders and attempts to push him away* Whoa! Kris, chill out -- what are you talking about? *Klavier has never seen his brother act like this -- he's seen Kris upset but this seems to be beyond that point. Still thoroughly confused, he watches his brother closely; attempting to prepare himself for... whatever may come*
Kristoph: *Kristoph fights back, and succeeds in shoving Klavier off him.* You know what I'm talking about! Apollo works for me, Klavier. How dare you tell him anything about our history!
Klavier: *Klavier takes a few steps back, holding his hands up in front of him just to distance himself from Kristoph* What? You are all pissed off because of Forehead? *the prosecutor is in a bit of disbelief right now, trying to recall the conversation he had with Apollo*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stalks past him--pacing like a caged animal.* How many times have I asked you not to speak about our father to other people? Do you have any idea how I felt when that boy--of all people!--came in and started asking questions!?
Klavier: *Klavier relaxes a little, bringing his hands down* I still have no idea what you are mad about. You hit me because I told my friend we were born in Germany and our parents separated? *he scoffs a bit* Getting all worked up over nothing -- just like dad.
Kristoph: *Kristoph whips around so fast he almost loses his own balance, and is on Klavier again in an instant.* You say that again! *This time his hands go right for Klavier's neck, though they're shaking too hard to exert any dangerous amount of pressure.* You fucking try to say that again!
Klavier: *Klavier's eyes grow wide as he grabs his brother's wrists, trying to pry his hands from his neck. He clenches his teeth; he knows he should bite his tongue, keep quiet and let Kristoph calm down, but...* No wonder mom never wanted you back-- it would be just like having him around again.
Kristoph: *Kristoph's face flushes red, and his voice is almost a howl as he throws all his weight forward and sends them tumbling onto the ground. He lands on top of his brother, still gripping him by the neck--still too distraught and too scared to squeeze.* Shut up! Shut up!
Klavier: *Klavier manages to bend his leg beneath his brother, kneeing the older man in the stomach in an attempt to get him off* Get off me!
Kristoph: *Kristoph grunts, his hands coming away from Klavier's neck as he falls to the side. It startles him, and he has to struggle with the thick fabric of his coat to get up on his knees once more*
Klavier: *Klavier sits up and rubs his neck where Kristoph was holding him. The older man wasn't holding tight enough to actually choke him, but the idea of what could have happened...* Get out of here, Kristoph.
Kristoph: *Kristoph leans back as he gasps after his lost breath. At first there's a dull sensation of horror for what he's done, and the lengths his own anger drove him to. It's Klavier's expression that gives him focus--the face that is so similar to his own, but at the same time it's so drastically different, staring back and judging him.*
Kristoph: *A strange, almost weary calm falls over him.* Why are you doing this to me?
Klavier: Why?! *Klavier's face quickly turns to anger; scrunching his nose up and sneering at Kristoph* WHY?! I have no idea what I have even done and you come in here and start fucking choking me!
Kristoph: *Kristoph flinches back a little at Klavier's angry tone, but continues to speak as if not registering any of the words.* Did you tell him to bring it up to me? Why would you hurt me like that?
Klavier: *Klavier rolls his eyes, jamming his hands in his pockets* I never told him to do anything! He is your intern and my friend. He can do whatever he wants -- go smack him next time he pisses you off, ja? I would, personally, really appreciate that.
Kristoph: You told him something. *Kristoph clenches his jaw momentarily as he struggles with his composure.* He told me you told me something. How can you not understand by now what that does to me!?
Klavier: *Klavier shakes his head, his hands tensing up inside his pockets* Ja. I tell people a lot of things. If you are this upset that I told Apollo something, I would hate to see what you would do to me if you found out what I tell my manager. Or how about what I tell my roommate -- mein Gott! Daryan knows we both need glasses! Going to smack me for that next time?
Kristoph: That's not what I mean and you know it! *Kristoph can't help it--he grabs Klavier by the front of his shirt again.* Every time you run your mouth to someone about our father, I'm the one that ends up having to explain what happened to him. How am I supposed to answer that boy when even you don't try to understand!
Klavier: *Klavier grabs Kristoph's wrists, pulling the man off him. His face is serious; jaw locked down in a grimace as he stares at his brother* Why should I care how you are supposed to explain something to Apollo? *he scoffs a bit, eyes darting away from Kristoph's face, focusing on the other side of the room* He was your dad.
Kristoph: Selfish, ignorant little brat. I should have known better than to expect any better from you. *Kristoph scowls as he pushes to his feet.* You're not the one forced to remember his corpse every time someone loses all sense of privacy and civility!
Klavier: *Klavier takes a few steps back, throwing his hands up in his air* You are absolutely right, Kris. I should just go back to Germany. Go back to Germany so you can enjoy your perfect little life here without me ruining it -- since clearly, my only goal in life is to make you miserable.
Kristoph: Then get the hell out of here already! *Kristoph turns and marches towards the door, his steps too quick for it to be anything but a retreat.* Then you can fail both your careers where I don't have to see it!
Klavier: *Klavier is too angry to respond as he watches his brother retreat. Balling his fists, he finally shouts* Yeah, just fuck off. Auf Nimmerwiedersehen!!
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't slow down until he reaches the door, and doesn't speak as he storms through it. He only shoots one more glare Klavier's way before slamming the door behind him.*
Klavier: *Klavier storms over to the couch and sits down. He holds his head, digging his fingers into his scalp. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh* Gottverdammt...