Mingle and an Intro: Welcome to the Box!

[gravemanagement]

[ On today, a long-time business has been bought for the day and paid well. Whoever paid it wants people to eat and make merry for some reason. Must be a holiday? Huh, all devices showing the date day it's the new year. It doesn't matter what day it was for you before now, it's not the new year. And you? You are at the Chloe Café at 1:30PM.

Waiters and waitresses will take your order. Really, it's a chill time. Even if you're supposed to be dead? You're alive now, somewhere in Los Angeles, Japanifornia. Welcome and have a good day, because eventually there's gonna be a murder to solve in this big ol' city. ]

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[guiltyguitar]

[ He just scoffs gently, letting out a sigh.

... Really, that odd feeling around his parents is part of why he wanted to leave. He'd always hated how he'd seen them treat his brother, and how they never listened to him, only kept going on about what was best for him personally. ]

Kristoph.

We're not our parents. Surely you know that. I don't need to remind you... that we're related, whatever that entails.

[ He says it slowly and gently. ]

Honestly. I'm disappointed in you. Didn't I tell you before? You could come to me for whatever. I told you that ages ago. I trusted you.

[ ... Sigh. ]

But I suppose you must not have trusted me. Or maybe you resent me. I suppose I cannot say I could blame you.

[ You know, at this point, maybe he's starting to think he's untrustworthy. Nobody seems to want to come to him for anything, other than to use him. He's starting to feel a bit like his only use is as a tool to others. It hurts, just a little. ]

[devilofthecourt]

...Klavier. Tell me something. How old, exactly, were you when you exited law school?

[ He lets that sink in for a moment. Lets Klavier think on that, lets it dawn on him. It's not about trust. It's about the fact that this all began so long ago, and he had, perhaps naively, wanted to shield his younger brother from the ugly truth of their family. The sordid affair was too much for even Kristoph, and he'd been a very hardened person by even then. But it was... Personal, perhaps. And he'd never been good with things that hit too close to personal. ]

Now, tell me. Why, oh why, would I burden by seventeen-year-old brother with the burdens of our family, the truth of his brother's heritage? You didn't deserve that weight upon you, Klavier.

[ This is... Perhaps the softest he'd been in a long time with his brother. The admission that he'd wanted to keep Klav from being hurt by all of that, because he knows his brother. Klav would have found some inane way to blame himself. Even though it's impossible for Klav to have been at faul for their mother's affair. ]