[ Klavier is not a man given to extended dour moods, at least not where most people can see. As a result, even though he's been in this world under mysterious circumstances for several days, he's already found himself a little bit of contentment. He's even humming--it's a bit disjointed but it sounds like it could be the beginning of a new composition.
The ground around Klavier's feet seems to agree, at any rate. Crocuses are starting to appear! How charming! It's quickly becoming a self-perpetuating cycle, as the rock star prosecutor is so pleased by the flowers' growth that it just makes more of them appear. He crouches down in the little patch of white and purple, careful to make sure he's not in anyone's way. At least, he didn't think he was. ]
Why couldn't this have happened at home? The girls would've gone crazy for a Gavinners flower...
[ c/b: ST0109 ]
[ Sure, he's still learning his way around, but Klavier also wants to be helpful in this new place he's calling home. A lot of the things on the task board seemed out of his wheelhouse but he's passed this little pile of green creatures a few times now and they're not going anywhere on their own. He manages to get a few of them into a basket but... now what? ]
So, what exactly am I supposed to do with these reebos now? They are cute but I am given to understand they need to be relocated.
[ e 1 or 2 ]
[ Well. Klavier would very much like to go back to making flowers grow out of the sidewalk, please. Instead he's ankle deep in disgusting mire, filth that splashed almost up to his knees when he landed in it. He only barely avoided tipping over into it completely but that feels like the last stroke of good luck he's had in a while. The place is dark, the smell is making him want to wretch, and no matter how far he walks, it's just more dark tunnels.
Frustration has him slamming a fist against the wall, then immediately yanking his hand back and wiping it on his jacket because who knows what's on that wall!? ]
If someone's bad day can make the street open up, then why is my considerably worse day not doing the same thing?
Klavier Gavin | Ace Attorney
[ Klavier is not a man given to extended dour moods, at least not where most people can see. As a result, even though he's been in this world under mysterious circumstances for several days, he's already found himself a little bit of contentment. He's even humming--it's a bit disjointed but it sounds like it could be the beginning of a new composition.
The ground around Klavier's feet seems to agree, at any rate. Crocuses are starting to appear! How charming! It's quickly becoming a self-perpetuating cycle, as the rock star prosecutor is so pleased by the flowers' growth that it just makes more of them appear. He crouches down in the little patch of white and purple, careful to make sure he's not in anyone's way. At least, he didn't think he was. ]
Why couldn't this have happened at home? The girls would've gone crazy for a Gavinners flower...
[ c/b: ST0109 ]
[ Sure, he's still learning his way around, but Klavier also wants to be helpful in this new place he's calling home. A lot of the things on the task board seemed out of his wheelhouse but he's passed this little pile of green creatures a few times now and they're not going anywhere on their own. He manages to get a few of them into a basket but... now what? ]
So, what exactly am I supposed to do with these reebos now? They are cute but I am given to understand they need to be relocated.
[ e 1 or 2 ]
[ Well. Klavier would very much like to go back to making flowers grow out of the sidewalk, please. Instead he's ankle deep in disgusting mire, filth that splashed almost up to his knees when he landed in it. He only barely avoided tipping over into it completely but that feels like the last stroke of good luck he's had in a while. The place is dark, the smell is making him want to wretch, and no matter how far he walks, it's just more dark tunnels.
Frustration has him slamming a fist against the wall, then immediately yanking his hand back and wiping it on his jacket because who knows what's on that wall!? ]
If someone's bad day can make the street open up, then why is my considerably worse day not doing the same thing?