[[Edgeworth and Klavier make up]]
Edgeworth: *Edgeworth is sitting in his office, sorting his files by date. After his distracting run-in with Klavier Gavin, he'd taken to wearing noise-canceling headphones when at his desk. While he sorts, he lets his mind wander and unconsciously starts lip-syncing along to the music he's listening to.*
Edgeworth: *He starts whispering* One by one... Angels... angels would fall...
Edgeworth: *Slowly, it becomes more and more audible* I would give my life just for a little, a little death~
Edgeworth: *Suddenly, he's singing quite loudly, noise canceling headphones keeping him from realizing it's far TOO loud* I would not look upon your face, I will not touch upon your grace, your ecclesiastic skin~
Edgeworth: Angels... never came down, there's no one here they wanna hang around~
Edgeworth: But if they knew, if they knew you at all, then one by one, angels would fall~!
Klavier: *Klavier is sitting in his office, attempting to read through a rather uninteresting report. His door is wide open, and he clearly hears a noise down the hall. Curiously, he gets up out of his chair and moves the guitar strapped to his chest over his shoulder, heading down the hall, towards Edgeworth's office*
Klavier: *he stands outside the door, just listening to the terrible sound of the prosecutor trying to sing along with a song clearly not meant for his limited vocal range* ...What the hell. *chuckles lightly to himself*
Klavier: *he steps into Edgeworth's doorway, knocking loudly against the door in hopes of catching the man's attention*
Edgeworth: *The song switches* I'm a suspect~ I'm a traitor~
Edgeworth: I'm only here in- *The knocking suddenly registers*
Edgeworth: *He slams his hands down on the desk, his eyes widened in a stricken face*
Edgeworth: *He draws the headphones off* G-Gavin! When did you-?
Klavier: I was drawn to your door by the distinct sound of absolute terrible screeching sounds. *stares at Edgeworth over his sunglasses*
Edgeworth: I-I... Er...
Edgeworth: *He regains his composure* Ah, so much like the reason I visited you last week, then.
Klavier: No, because I actually know how to sing *folds his arms over his chest as he leans carefully against the door frame* Und you sound like ein weasel stuck im a trap.
Edgeworth: *Edgeworth draws himself up for a retort, but then remembers the promise he made to himself to attempt to make peace. He crosses his arms and averts his embarrassed gaze* Well. I never professed to be much of a singer. I've never even attempted karaoke.
Klavier: Well, I suppose we can't all be be blessed. I do feel a little embarrass though. I actually knew what song was being... "sang"... down the hall.
Edgeworth: Oh? Is it really all that bad?
Klavier: Which, your voice or your taste im music?
Edgeworth: Er. The second one.
Klavier: Absolutly schlimm.
Klavier: So... are... are du depressed und not thinking right, or do you just naturally hab horrible taste im what sounds decent?
Edgeworth: Hm. *He stands up and rounds his desk, fiddling a bit with his paperweights* A bit of both. I was raised on classical music and disapproving silence. Modern music was considered frivolous.
Klavier: *he shrugs* He who sings scares away his woes. I suppose I cannot blame you.
Klavier: Even if... you hab... no real taste.
Edgeworth: Then you're not a fan of classical music?
Klavier: *he stands straight and walks into Edgeworth's office, moving his guitar back out infront of him, plucking a few chords* I... dabble occasionally... Mein bruder is fond of it... I never cared fur it.
Klavier: *he plays a few chords that sound similar to a couple of bars in Pachelbel's Canon*
Edgeworth: *He nods* That's familiar. Oh, feel free to have a seat. *He gestures towards one of the chairs in front of him* I used to play such music, myself.
Klavier: *he takes a seat infront of Edgeworth, taking the time to tune his guitar a little* I played the violin when I was young. Sort of grew to hate Mozart by age six. *smirks a little*
Edgeworth: *He chuckles* Sounds like you had a controlling parent. I played the flute, and certainly did not do so out of love for the instrument itself.
Klavier: Ja, mein Vater was strict. I took up the guitar when he left. *plucks a few strings with a grin* I think mein bruder still plays violin though.
Edgeworth: *He thinks back* He does seem the type. So, how long have you played the guitar?
Klavier: Only a few years. *shrugs, strums a few random chords* I think... When I was about twelve or so? Mother bought me an acoustic guitar fur Christmas. I wish I still had it, so I could hab played on it at her funeral.
Edgeworth: *He makes a conflicted face.* Ah. *He struggles to change the subject* Er, is acoustic much different from electric?
Klavier: Oh, ja, there's a few differences. I play both quite comfortably, I don't really notice all that much to be honest; it just depends on the sound or style the song you're doing calls for... Did du want to try? *offers out his guitar with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow* Maybe holding a guitar will spark a love of Frampton im you.
Edgeworth: *Questioningly, then with arms upheld* Frampt-Oh no, I couldn't. I'm sure it would sound like cats wailing.
Klavier: *he chuckles, letting his guitar rest comfortably on his lap again* I'll loan you my mp3 player sometime, see if you like anything on it.
Edgeworth: Thats... awfully generous of you. *He seems suspicious* Especially considering that the two of us hardly got off on the right foot.
Klavier: *he leans back a little, stretching out* Part of growing up ist not dwelling on the past. I figure we could try again.
Edgeworth: *He takes the second chair in front of his desk* That's... definitely true. It's a lesson I've had some trouble learning, frankly. I'm pleased that you feel that way, though.
Edgeworth: *He purses his lips, thoughtfully* I'm sure your friend doesn't feel the same way, though.
Klavier: Ah, Big D? He'll come around. *waves his hand, casually brushing it off* He'll be working with us someday, afterall!
Edgeworth: Really? He has law enforcement aspirations? He seems more like the rock star type.
Klavier: He kann do both! All of the Gavinners are in the law field.
Edgeworth: Oh, I hadn't realized. That's quite a clever gimmick. How has business been?
Klavier: ...With... here or the band?
Edgeworth: The band. I'm aware of business here. *he smirks as he says it*
Klavier: Oh, band is... okay. We hab a gig coming up. Not... as excited as I should be since our drummer is terrible.
Edgeworth: Oh. Another future law employee? Or a present one?
Klavier: Future. I'm the only one with a present job. They're all still in highschool.
Edgeworth: *He shakes his head, impressed.* You certainly have it together. I was a complete shut-in at your age, and you seem to be friends with everyone.
Klavier: it's all in projecting yourself. Gotta be charismatic und confident; don't care about what other people think of you.
Edgeworth: *He sighs* Easier said than done.
Klavier: Not always.
Klavier: After all -- they can't hurt you unless you let them.
Edgeworth: Hm. *He looks thoughtful*
Klavier: Oh, ja, Herr Edgeworth. I forgot to tell you this--
Klavier: A girl stopped by here the other day looking fur you. Said she was a friend of yours; her name's Ema?
Edgeworth: Ah, yes, Ema Skye. Was she here looking for me? I'm disappointed I wasn't here.
Edgeworth: Her sister used to be my superior.
Klavier: Ja, well, I hab a date with her tonight and I really think she's cute und I want to impress her but I want to pretend I'm not interested in her because I heard girls like jerks. How does I do that?
Klavier: *rests his chin on his palm, looking intently at Edgeworth*
Edgeworth: *He blinks, attempting to process the sentence* Well...
Edgeworth: I'm no expert on the topic... But there's a continuum at work, I suspect.
Edgeworth: If you seem too interested, a woman will get turned off.
Edgeworth: But if you are too aloof, she will think you're not interested at all.
Edgeworth: I wouldn't go out of your way to be unkind, but certainly don't hang all over her.
Klavier: I hab a motorcycle. Does that score me cool points at least?
Edgeworth: Oh, undeniably. I can't say that wasn't somewhere in the back of my mind as I was buying my sportscar. *He smirks*
Klavier: *chuckles lightly* Has it worked?
Edgeworth: I certainly get a lot more attention when I'm driving it.
Klavier: Oh really? So much attention on your short ride home from work, ja? *he offers a teasing smirk to the man*
Edgeworth: *Edgeworth laughs aloud* Well, you have me there.
Edgeworth: In my defense, a car's drawing power is reduced, the more it is driven.
Edgeworth: Whereas a motorcycle is more 'cool' the more beat-up it looks.
Klavier: *gives a small laugh* You should get out more, Herr Edgeworth! You should come to mein bruder's New Year's party.
Edgeworth: Hmm? I should, you're right.
Edgeworth: *He suddenly feels suspicious of Gavin’s intentions* It... sounds interesting, but I would feel terribly awkward attending...
Edgeworth: ...That is, I probably wouldn't know anyone.
Klavier: *sits up and reaches over, resting his hand on the back of Edgeworth's* Come on, now. You will know me! Und you will be able to mingle, meet other people -- my bruder told me to invite friends, so I am!
Edgeworth: *He is slightly conflicted. Personal interactions are so complex. But after a moment's consideration, he decides that the benefits here would probably outweigh the detriments.* Well. I'd be pleased to attend, as long as you don't think my coming - along with... some of your other friends - would cause a scene.
Klavier: *he rises up, clapping his hand on Edgeworth's should with a goofy grin* Schön!! It will be fine! I'll gib you his address closer to the date, okay? it will be fun!
Edgeworth: *He manages a stiff smile.* All right. If you'll excuse me, I ought to get back to working... silently, this time. *His smile becomes a tad more natural at that.*
Klavier: Ah, no worries, no worries! You can sing loud as you like -- but you gotta invite THAT pretty lady to the party *points to a photo Edgeworth has of Franziska on his desk*
Edgeworth: *He glances at the photo* Ah, you wouldn't have met her yet. That's my sister, Franziska, also a prosecutor here. She was educated in Germany, like you.
Klavier: ...Oh, she's your sister? *feels awkward suddenly* ...You hab a really hot sister! *claps his hand on Edgeworth's shoulder* I see you later then, Herr Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: *He cocks an eyebrow at that.* Goodbye. *He says, a trifle coldly.*
Klavier: *he makes for the door, taking a swift exit back to his own office -- and shutting the door*