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Ema felt like bashing her face in. It wasn't like Gavin was going to realize anytime soon; the fop was too busy rocking out to his own damn music, and she was sure she could fashion some sort of beating device with the decrepit railings and her own materials...
Honestly, why had she agreed to this? If she had followed her own much more trustworthy common sense, then the stupid, idiotic, glimmerous fop would be stuck on his own and she'd finally be free of his freaky stares or inappropriate comments. But now she would be stuck with them for who knew how long.
Tears started to sting her eyes. Ema blotted her face with her coat angrily, not even caring that much about the large mascara smears on her previously pristine sleeve. Who was she kidding, of course she cared. But at least now she didn't look like a fool.
"You alright, detective?" Klavier mused, earning himself another furious glare from the fräulein. He stepped back, suppressing a laugh. "Never mind, sorry I asked?"
"Fop, don't even talk to me! You're the most infuriatingly glimmerous individual in existence, and don't you dare take that as a compliment! This is all your fault. Could you not have moved your foppish legs down what, maybe 20 steps? Wouldn't want to tire your playing legs, would you? Ugh. You're too much. And if you say another word, I swear--"
The car jerked, and Ema panicked. What timing, just as she was about to deal out some of her greatest threats...She was already starting to weep again. This could not honestly be happening. Not to her.
"Swear what, fräulein?" Her companion didn't seem to be mocking her, for once, but maybe the fop was multi-talented and knew how to act or something. Ema wasn't falling for it, even if she wanted to believe that maybe Klavier wasn't being pigheaded.
And before she knew it, those annoyingly attractive arms gripped her in a tight hug. Not exactly what she expected, but her only real complaint was that she maybe couldn't breathe while this close to the fop and his murky man-perfume...
But then the prosecutor's hand made its way down and grabbed her ass, and she just about lost it.
"What the hell, Gavin!" She scowled, pushing him as far as she could given their weight ratio. "You have absolutely no sense of timing. Not cool."
"So are you saying that would have been acceptable, had I bought you dinner or something of the sort?" Klavier grinned, flaunting his perfect teeth and tilting his head in a way that just made her want to punch him.
"O-Of course not!" Ema turned back to her wall and stared at the tacky wall covering until her eyes stung.
Klavier shrugged, his eyes glancing over to see if the wallpaper was anything interesting. It wasn't, so he had no clue what Ema was doing. But he would leave her alone until her hot little head cooled down and she started rambling again. He didn't know which he hated more: when she wouldn't talk, or when that was all she did.
Ema choked back another round of angry tears, trying to keep herself from screaming again. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of messing with her. So instead she planted her back on the wall and slid down. Standing for that long had taken a toll on her ankles, and the cheap leather straps on her shoes had rubbed her skin raw without her realizing.
Once her clompy heels were off, Ema was almost at ease. Her worrying was taking a toll on her alertness, and she felt like she would drift off to sleep at any moment. But she didn't feel safe with that fop still conscious, so her rest would wait until Klavier gave in. He too had slunk down to sit, but he seemed preoccupied with something-or-other. Ema refused to believe that he could be thinking, because she knew well enough that the fop didn't think.
But she couldn't deny that he was a pretty impressive prosecutor. Mr. Edgeworth would absolutely slaughter him if they faced in court, but he was okay. He could stop tearing her testimony to shreds any time she testified, though...
"Hey, what are you doing over there, Foppy?"
Klavier jerked his head up, smacking into the railing with a painful clash. "...Sleeping, fräulein. I would suggest you do the same, it doesn't seem like we'll be getting out of this box anytime soon..." He brought a hand up to his head, gingerly touching the bruised skin and retracting when the pain set in.
Ema whimpered at the missed opportunity. While she was up restlessly and slowly being driven insane by the endlessly repeating tracks of an old Gavinners album, Klavier had been dozing off. How annoying could he get?
She closed her eyes, deciding to follow the prosecutor's suggestion after much internal debate. And as soon as those sweet little inklings of dreamland inched their way into Ema's mind, Gavin decided to amuse himself. He slowly skid over to the idling detective and leaned in close...
"Boo."