"Dammit!" This was not a good time to cross Ema Skye, science detective's path. Or rather, a hungry Ema Skye's path. Normally, this would have been resolved by a generally good old mini-feast on her all time favourite food, Snackoos. Problem is, the hungry detective had none. Obvious as it may seem,it was quite out of the usual.

"If only I didn't use them up on that damn fop." No. Scrap that. It wasn't her fault. It was always his fault.

"If only that damn fop didn't make annoying me his life goal."

At times like this Ema relished in the fact she had her own desk, her own space, though it was small. Away from others. "Only one thing to do..." Ema whipped out her pen from the pile of unfinished paperwork, laid her head on her desk and got down to work...

On drawing pictures.

That's right. Ema had an unusual habbit of drawing the foods she desired whenever she was hungry and could not obtain them. Now that she thought about it, it was rather odd. Brushing off her thoughts, she continued to pour all her hunger into drawing pictures of deliciously looking food. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so hungry, she was lost in thought. Perhaps it was simply that she actually enjoyed acting like a child and drawing pictures.

Or perhaps it was simply that her mind purposely ignored the presence of a certain someone.

Whatever it was, Ema Skye did not see a certain glimmerous fop behind her.

"What do we have here? ..Fraulein.. I had no idea!" A small sly grin began to form on his oh-so-perfect face. Ema growled as he came a bit closer. "What do you want, Gavin?" This, however, had no effect as his grin grew even wider. What looked like amusment danced on his lips, as if he was enjoying her anger and feeding on it. His eyes had that mischievous glint in them that often made her shiver, for she hated when he had an advantage on her.

"Now, now. That's no way to talk to your superior, and also to someone who has just found their subordinate slacking off, drawing children's pictures, now is it?" Often were the times when Ema almost wondered why she had even considered taking this job.

"..I...I finished all my work so..." She instantly regretted what she said as she knew it would take a complete, ..no, a blind idiot to miss the large, towering pile of paperwork on her desk. ..Surely the fop wouldn't fire her now? ..Or would he? Ema mentally smacked herself for spewing such an obvious lie.

"But still. I mean.."

Oh no. Here it comes. She'd never thought she'd see the day where Gavin actually cared about slacking off, when he does so much of it. I better start looking for a new job..

"I never knew you were like that. So you do have an inner child, fraulein!" Klavier radiated with joy, like a small child who had found out that they had been given a new toy. Something about him, his geniune happiness...

Wait. Geniune happiness? Radiated? Ema almost mentally spat out those words. We are talking about Klavier Gavin here. It is gramatically incorrect to place those words even remotely near him.

Wait wait. ..I-Inner child? What the.. ? ...Oh no, no. Something terrible had just clocked in her mind, something which in the future, she would come to regret. If he doesn't care about her slacking off, and is more concerned that she has an "inner child", then...

"Wait till the other detectives hear this! Oh fraulein, why didn't you tell me earlier? I love drawing! We could draw all sorts of stuff!"

Wait wait wait. ..O-OTHER DETECTIVES? No.. No. Simply no. He wasn't...really going to tell anyone else, ..was he? I mean, that would mean the end of her reputation as she knew it, the end of her dignity and ..just the end of everything! Besides. Even if she DID like drawing, who said she was ever going to draw with the fop?

Ema thought about this. Being her usual angry self was not going to work, not in this situation. She needed a new angle, a new tactic.. Something..Something...Gentle. Though she knew she'd come to hate herself for doing this, it was the only way. Pleading. Being nice. To the fop.

"..K-klavier? Uhmm. Perhaps you could. uhm. keep this between us? Please?" She looked up at him in the most revolvting way ever thought of - affectionately.

For a moment, she swore she caught him off guard as he had a look of surprise and curiosity plastered on his face, before regaining his ever so mischievous expression. Up close like this, if the fop had that face of curiousity on more often, perhaps she could attempt to tolerate him. Not saying he looked cute or anything. ...Cute? What the-

"..Nngghhhh..."

Ema stared at Gavin, for a while, in disbelief, and in curiousity, as to whether he was shaking from some awful pain or from some horribly past down disease. Unfortunately for her, it was neither. At this point, Klavier Gavin was in fits of laughter, shaking from side to side, uncontrollably roaring with the manifestation of joy.

"Ahahaha! Wow. Did you just try to pleade with me, Fraulein? Did you really? Oh you do amuse me so."

Ema, now practically burning up with embarrasment, pushed past Klavier, and stormed off out the precinct. She had never been humilated more in her entire life, and if she had been, she really was not in the mood to remember. She welcomed the harsh swipes of the cold wind, as if to add to her anger and understand her. She didn't even have a destination in mind, all she cared about was being as far away from Gavin as possible. Why on earth did she even consider pleading with him? Everyone knows you don't plead with spoilt rockstars.