[...Ah. It seems Klavier unintentionally struck a nerve.
The frustration in the boy's voice takes him back to a time when he'd yet to receive his prosecutor's badge, surrounded by law books, loose pieces of sheet music, and a burning desire to be acknowledged by a man who had no intention, ever, of calling him his equal.
His expression falters for just a moment, but Klavier easily fixes his smile back into place.]
A man with a mission, ja? Well, in that case, I will leave you to your important work. Gute Nacht, Herr Detective.
[With a wave, he makes his way over to one of the patio tables and shakes hands with the small group that had been waiting for him.]
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The frustration in the boy's voice takes him back to a time when he'd yet to receive his prosecutor's badge, surrounded by law books, loose pieces of sheet music, and a burning desire to be acknowledged by a man who had no intention, ever, of calling him his equal.
His expression falters for just a moment, but Klavier easily fixes his smile back into place.]
A man with a mission, ja? Well, in that case, I will leave you to your important work. Gute Nacht, Herr Detective.
[With a wave, he makes his way over to one of the patio tables and shakes hands with the small group that had been waiting for him.]