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Klavier has been venting his emotions through song. Not rockstar music or anything that’s going to see the light of day, but little demos and drafts made solely for himself. Comparative to his writing process back with the Gavinners, it feels silly filling composition notebooks with shitty verses about betrayal and poison. But it’s helped him so far. Now he’s never seen without a notebook somewhere in his possession in case sudden inspiration strikes him.
Just like now.
Apollo is spouting some nonsense about something that Mr. Wright said, and Trucy is listening, nodding her head like it’s the end of the world. Ema is sitting across from him, next to Apollo, sipping from her cup, having bent the straw at the corner.
Klavier is thankful that the diner Trucy picked is so desert, nobody here besides them and the waitress, and he can’t lie, the booths are rather comfortable.
He lifts his hand, ink smudged on the side of his palm slightly, bummer.
“I’m supposed to be a defense lawyer, not a janitor! If he makes me scrub that bacteria infested toilet one more time, I swear I’ll quit.”
“Don’t even joke like that, Polly!” Trucy slams her arms down on the table, shaking it so much Klavier lifts up his notebook, worried somebody's soda would spill. Thankfully, no notebooks are harmed, “You wouldn’t leave us right?”
“Calm down,” Apollo hurries to steady the table, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Klaviers is unsure if he actually means that or if he’s just saying it to calm Trucy down.
“Herr Forehead, I must say, if you do decide to resign, I’d miss you dearly.” Klavier gives a teasing wink.
The other lawyer is endlessly unimpressed rolling his eyes, “I’d still be a defense attorney if I did quit WAA.” His eyes dart to Trucy, “Which I’m not!”
“Sure you aren’t.” Ema teases, putting her drink down.
Apollo grows frustrated at this, so frustrated in fact even his luminescent forehead is flushed. It causes Klavier to chuckle a bit to himself as he puts his notebook back down.
Trucy notices and looks at him, and peaks at the cover of the composition notebook, “You know, Klavier, I’ve been meaning to ask, what are you writing?”
Klavier expected this question at some point, so he’s already prepared a satisfactory answer, “Well Fraulein, I’m writing music.”
Ema scoffs, “Here?”
“You cannot control when the muses strike you with divine inspiration.” Klavier plays up his words with a melodramatic tone.
Despite his dramatics, Apollo replies earnestly, “I thought you quit your music career?”
“I did. But I can still enjoy this hobby, ja?”
“Well yeah… I guess I’m just kinda confused, why quit music then?”
Klavier snickers, “Herr Forehead I already told you, I wanted to—”
“Focus more on law and yada yada, I know. It’s just, why quit it entirely? Couldn’t you still, I don’t know, drop a single or album once and awhile?”
“Forehead, I didn’t know you were such a fan of my music.” He teases once more.
Apollo once again rolls his eyes, as he crosses his arms, “Hardy Har. I’m being serious.”
“Ach… Well.” He stops himself, “After Daryan, many of the other band members wanted to go their own way, myself included. Though perhaps a small part of me misses it”
Apollo frowned at this, and he isn’t the only one.
“I don’t think they’d be against performing with you again, if you asked.” Trucy tries to comfort Klavier, though he doesn't need it, “Why don’t you try reaching out to that old drummer of yours? He may be free for a small performance if the others aren’t”
…
Old Drummer?
“Fraulein, I’m confused, we’ve only ever been on tour with one drummer.”
“I mean the old one!”
Trucy takes off her hat and digs inside of it pulling at her phone.
He isn’t gonna question it.
She digs through her gallery, before she turns on a video recording of an old video up on the Gavinners official youtube page.
There it shows an empty room with nothing but their instruments. Each of the central Gavinners stationed their respective instruments.
Except their drummer.
Ema spits out her drink, “Is that fucking Eustace Winner?!”
Klavier instantly grimaces.
It certainly is. He was dressed up in one of Klavier’s old band tees they let him wear for the afternoon. His hands gripping the drum sticks in the entirely wrong way, Klavier was scared he’d break the damn thing. Klavier had no clue this video was even still up, he’d assumed that someone would have deleted it by now.
“Ja… you know him Fraulein.”
“Them!” Ema corrects, “And yeah, I do. They’re an old friend of mine—” She looked at him, speaking to him as if he’s stupid for not knowing these things, “Your future co-worker.”
Klavier nearly chokes on his own spit, “Ha?”
“They’re the new Prosecutor starting monday— Wait were you not told this?”
“Nien, I’ve heard a bit, but… I wasn’t told it was Eustace!”
Apollo clears his throat, “I’m guessing it didn’t end well between you two?”
That’s putting it far too lightly in Klavier’s opinion. Things between them didn’t end horribly, but it certainly wasn’t good either. The incident(s) with Eustace were a shitshow and a half. He doesn’t even know where or how to begin. It was awful. He was awful.
“It’s…” Klavier falters, “A rather long story.”
Trucy huffs, not prepared to take no for an answer, “Well get comfy, because now I’m intrigued!"
Klavier bites his tongue.
The situation with Eustace Winner.
Where can he start?