Ema awoke to a trifecta of disgust. Klavier's jacket had long since been jostled off of her head and the flicker of the fluorescent lights were already beginning to give her a migraine. She was unbearably cold, and she realized her own coat had disappeared. What was going on here?
And then she saw the most horrifying thing, what her nightmares had been made of--
Klavier, sitting casually and comfortably, was finishing off her only bag of Snackoos.
Needless to say, the sight made her stomach lurch. Ema suddenly didn't mind that her head ached and that she smelled of some expensive man-musk. That was the only food she had with her! And he was just munching away like no one's business!
"You know fräulein, you look just lovely in the mornings. The bedhead look suits you well." Klavier smirked, dusting the crumbs off of his still wrinkle-less pants. Ema would have to ask him how he did that...After she killed him, of course.
She hmphed, but self-consciously brushed through her hair with her hands. "Don't be snippy with me. You better have some of those left, or I'll be feasting on you for breakfast."
"More like...lunch, fräulein. And are you sure you don't want to do that any--" Klavier was quickly silenced by a quick slap, but it certainly didn't seem to put a damper on his sunny mood. He scooped up the empty bag and waved it at Ema.
Ema snarled, "I'm not holding your trash! You're the pig that ate all of them, so you get to deal with it."
"...Fine then." He fished out another snack and munched on it.
"Wha-! How'd you do that?" Ema gaped, snatching the bag back and inspecting it.
"A magician never reveals his tricks, ja?" Klavier plucked another treat out of his pocket and tossed it to her. "That's the last one, I'd suggest catching it."
Ema swiftly ducked, only reaching her hands out when Klavier repeated his warning. And to both of their surprise, she actually caught it.
Klavier blinked, never pinning the detective as a lucky one. He chuckled, running a calloused hand through his slightly messy but still attractive tresses... "Good catch, fräulein. You deserve that."
Ema contemplated chucking the snackoo at Gavin, but then decided on an angry eye so she wouldn't waste food. Why was she even analyzing his hands? Ugh. Maybe he had learned some Jedi mind trick with all of those other illusions.
"So fräulein, about that thing yesterday..." Klavier stood up, seeming eerily serious about whatever was going on. He crossed behind her, picking up his jacket and producing Ema's lab coat at the same time. How had he learned these magic tricks so quickly?
"Mm, yeah? What about it." Ema plopped the snackoo into her mouth and waited for her superior to say whatever was so important.
"Did you ever press the emergency call button?"
Ema's eyes widened. She hadn't even thought of it, she had just assumed-- "N-no. I just thought you- I mean, did you?"
The corners of Klavier's mouth twisted into a smile. "Of course not. I didn't want to end our time together without your permission. Did you not want to spend time with me, detective?" At this, his expression fell into almost a pout.
"Why would I willingly spend my time with such a glimmerous fop? Ugh. You could have gotten us out this whole time! How arrogant and needy are you that you had to trap me in here and then assume that I wanted to!" Ema snapped, but felt a pang of guilt as she realized how sharp her words were. Klavier looked completely dumbfounded, his eyes falling to the floor.
"Sorry then. I didn't know that Fräulein Skye despised me so much. I'll end this now, ja?" He moved to touch the button, but Ema swatted his arm down.
She honestly had no clue why she had done it. She didn't want to be confined and uncomfortable anymore, but Ema felt like she owed Gavin something now. "You...don't have to. I mean, I'm sure someone will notice eventually. You're Klavier Gavin, after all. I'm sure tabloids are raving about your disappearance..." Ema shifted awkwardly, knowing all too well that she had to be tomato red by now.
Klavier was just as taken aback by this as her harsh tongue before. But he wouldn't object to her offer. He had to admit, she was pretty cute when she wasn't screaming or chomping noisily. He smiled, "If you insist, detective."
Ema tried to do the same, but she was still a bit concerned over what she had agreed to. Gavin seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, and enveloped her in another clumsy embrace. "If you do anything funny, Gavin, I'll make sure you never get to pass on those pretty, foppish genes." She snarled.
He loosened his grip, hesitating a moment before closing the space between them, pressing his lips to her forehead gently. Ema stared into her attacker's chest with a flushed face, the kiss lasting much longer then needed.
"...So you think I'm pretty?"
Klavier clasped a hand over her mouth, smiling as she screeched into his palm.