Klavier's day was about to get much more interesting.

He was just assigned a new case- something about a noodle stand? It certainly was different from the mundane cases he had taken recently- if he could at all. He was very busy with the Gavinners, his hit band whom had a recent spike in popularity. A change of pace sounded amazing right now, and Klavier was hoping today could get him out of his rut. He hopped off his gaudy purple motorcycle in front of the park's gates, which weren't crowded with screaming girls for a change- but someone else was there in their place.
His hair was distinctive- a slicked back brunette, with two spikes sticking up. His forehead was exposed- not too large for his head, but enough to be noticeable. His eyebrows were fine, with jagged ends, and his eyes- the most wonderful shade of brown. His face was well shaped, his skin looked soft, and his lips...let's not think about them. He was dressed sharply, and looked ready for action- the only thing was, his stare was directed at the (self proclaimed) rock god, Klavier. As Klavier walked up to him, he whispered something to his partner, a similar looking girl in an unusual getup. Klavier assumed she was a magician of some sort, her top hat gave it away. He bent over to get a closer look at the man, and his words came out smoothly-

"I'm used to being stared at by the ladies, but I've never felt this way about a man before."

although a bit strong.

The smaller man was flustered, and his cheeks flushed. He immediately looked away from Klavier, to the latter's dismay. Ah, a badge on his lapel, he was a...defense attorney? This man...if I could face him in court, it would be wonderful... I do hope he is worthy of his title.
Only then did the blond man notice the mystified gaze from the girl accompanying his new found attraction, and changed the subject to avoid any suspicions from either person.

Smooth, Klavier. Smooth.