[It is the night before October, and Klavier Gavin is leaving the Lawyertarium for PARTS UNKNOWN!!1

Otherwise known as the store and/or bar.]

((Pre-"I am locking myself in the Lawyertarium for Halloween" post, open to anyone.))

[Yesterday, a ... conversation was had. And, at some dead point in the night when no self-respecting defense attorney would be awake, two files were slipped under Apollo Justice's bedroom door.

Mysterious.]

[Ah, the dulcet sounds of someone slamming the door open, storming into the building and proceeding to rummage through drawers.]

((Backdated to maybe an hour after this.))

[AT THE LAWYERTARIUM TODAY Klavier is doing manly things. And by "manly things" I mean "using a curling iron on his hair before Jean-Baptiste shows up".]

[Because like hell I'm tagging that post at this point. Klavier, Youhei, Chrno, and Sugino available here only!

...oh, and Muu-chan. You know you want a piece of that.]

[Tonight at Boys 22, there is a knocking at the door.]

[the funny thing about falling asleep in a drunken stupor is that you're generally still there the next morni-- afternoon. and probably still sleeping on the other guy.]

[It's been a few hours since hearing the truth, but Klavier hasn't gone back to the Lawyertarium yet. Instead, he's sitting at a corner table in the Mess Hall, staring at a cup of coffee that hasn't been hot in at least half an hour. It's terribly exciting.]

((OOC: timewarping so there's no impending naked day. or something.))

[Because boy was that post getting huge. Continued from here.]

[I CAME HERE FOR COFFEE AND I'M DAMN WELL GOING TO GET IT. Skirts around the edge of the room and gets to the coffee with no problem.]

((from here))