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Author's note:

Hey! This chapter is more gentle fluff, with their emotions more in view. More fluff less humour for this chapter :) We needed some, right? :P

Hmm, the boy I like is ignoring me, but I'm going to a party later, so I'm gonna boogie and forget all about him and his annoyingness.

ENJOY the penultimate chapter!!!!

9. Too Much Drinking or Smoking Is Bad
Excessive smoking or drinking causes dangerous diseases and thus serves as a mammoth turn off for 99% of the women. They cause deterioration in health. Occasional drinking and smoking is not bad but excess of everything is bad.

Klavier stared at the next item on his list. What on earth could he do for this?!

"Occasional drinking and smoking is not bad"?

He tapped his finger against his cheek thoughtfully.

He had an idea.

*Knock Knock*

"Come in Fraulein," Klavier smiled.

"Honestly Gavin, what did I say about talking German? What on earth does Fraulein even-" Ema stopped when she looked up at him, and stared. "-Mean."

Klavier brought the thin cigarette up to his mouth and took a quick drag, blowing the smoke upwards into the air slowly through pursed lips. Then he slid the cigarette back and forth in his slim fingers.

"Fraulein means lady." He answered finally.

"…Oh." She silently handed over the file, chewing her lip. "Umm…I didn't know you smoked."

"You do now."

"Right. I guess I'll just…" Ema backed towards the door and turned. Yet when she got to the doorway she stopped and sighed.

"You shouldn't." She said quietly.

"Huh?" Klavier looked up, confused.

"Smoke. You shouldn't smoke." She turned her head so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye. "Scientifically speaking it's very detrimental to your health. It lowers sperm count, is a main source of cancer, and it raises your chances of dying."

"I see."

"You…really should stop." Ema said haltingly. "I would rather…you didn't die."

"…Okay." Klavier smiled softly, throwing the cigarette into his bin. "For you, Ema."

The detective said nothing, just nodded stiffly and walked away.

Klavier waited until the door had swung closed, then coughed madly, gulping down water to try and get rid of the burning, vile taste.

His first cigarette and his last.