Hi there!

This little short was inspired by a word prompt. (Guess what word it was!) While I knew it would be incredibly easy to pull off a good fic from Ema's POV, I thought coming from Klavier, it would be vastly different experience.

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:/ Strictly Business

o2. Awkward

Sometimes Klavier Gavin felt like he was back to being a little school boy.

Not that he came to that conclusion on his own. Fraulein Detectiv often commented on his childish ways. His want to win every case. His want to own everything he desired.

And it wasn't like Klavier was stupid. He was totally self aware of his position. When he wants something, he often would get it. Or he would persist otherwise until it was his. Normally, that would be okay.

But when he's totally aware of his impulsive whims – totally aware of every glance he shoots in her direction - it makes him feel… awkward. His eyes and fingers would ride that dangerously magnetic pull towards her perfect figure until he'd force that link to break and his eyes/hands would snap back to where they were. She was completely and entirely enticing; the fact he was aware of this, and the uncomfortable aches he felt in her presence – all of them – just made it entirely awkward.

Or at least, that was Klavier's inner turmoil. Half the time she wasn't even paying attention to him. He'd go down to the main floor to get something – a random print out and such – and yet her head wouldn't turn. Yes, Klavier was ultra aware she probably wouldn't notice in the first place. But still- he could wish, couldn't he?

He also was totally aware he was making it awkward by thinking it was awkward, but it was hard not to. He could always approach her the same way he did before he was… aware. Teasing and aloof. Yet somehow it made him feel horribly fake (suddenly her reproach to him made sense) and then he was kicking himself over the mistakes he made in the past. What kind of a horrible impression did he make on her-

"Uh, mister Gavin, you've been standing there for like, 10 minutes. Want to move?" Oh god, even her voice was sexy.

Oneliners flowed to the tip of his tongue as if it someone twisted the top of a faucet, yet in his mind he was mentally deleting the horrible ones before they had a chance to escape his brain and out his mouth. Instead, he came up with something short from his desired effect. "Sorry Fraulein, I seem to have forgotten something and…"

"Let me guess, you're trying to remember what it was?" Ema's voice was hardly impressed. It didn't surprise him; he was hardly impressed either. "Well, if you're gonna think over what you've forgotten, can you do that not in my way?"

Another stream of sentences bubbled at his lips, threatening to spill. But instead he bowed his head as generously as possible. "Of course, I apologize."

Her eyebrow rose in mild expectation and surprise but at this point he wasn't paying attention. He was still mentally chiding himself for the stupid and horribly awkward things his unaware self would've said. "You okay? Don't overthink it. Your brain might go into overload. Or you might get cardio arrest." Her concern was there underneath the sarcasm but it was thin – still, it was enough to get Klavier's attention back.

"Uh, yeah," he responded rather ungracefully. Her eyebrows pushed together and something like a laugh escaped her. He pressed himself against the wall, allowing the brunette to pass. She looked at him once carefully. Her brown eyes were livid and alive as usual, dancing their usual fiery dance.

"Seriously, you okay? Not hung over something? Or hung over in general?"

A chuckle escaped him – too high for his own liking – as he denied it profusely. "I assure you fraulein, I would do nothing of the sort, before a work day." He winked, it was a little forced on his part, but the brunette's signature scowl tugged on her lips as she trudged away, muttering something about it being her imagination after all. Klavier let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in and ran his hand through his hair.

This awkward game of cat and mouse really had him feeling like a school boy.

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What can I say? Ema turns him on.

It's one thing to like and watch someone, it's another when you're so aware of it you're hyperaware of everything.

I just realised how much further I could've taken this.

Well, it'll be saved for another short in the future. :)

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