The bulletin board. Though the idea wasn't one he was particularly fond of, Klavier fully understood the importance of anonymity on the board. Even if he chose not to do it constantly, it was unfortunately necessary in certain cases, like communicating with Kristoph. All because certain individuals liked to make things a bit more complicated than necessary.

Using Klavier's lyrics was actually a very good idea, but as Kristoph had said, this last time had attracted attention. Though not the type he was typically accustomed to. It was true. His music didn't always suit everyone's personal tastes, Forehead and Fräulein Detective being two prime examples. But this recent reaction had nothing to do with music. Those were the Gavinners' lyrics that had been up there. His lyrics. To think anything he had written as a musician --no, as anything-- had fallen under even momentary negative scrutiny was simply unfathomable. They were taken out of context, yes. And they lost their impact while written incomplete, sure. But calling them 'bad lines?'

Some people simply didn't have an eye for art, he supposed.

But this train of thought was digressing. Contemplating the mindset of tasteless clods would have to wait for another time. There was a brief exhale through his nose before he nodded. "Agreed. There are only so many lyrics we can use in context to begin with. We'll probably have to join the trend of bulletin alias names. ...Something more creative than initials."

Though obviously, initials wouldn't work in their case. It was less an idea and more a slight jab at no one in particular.