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WHO: Miles Edgeworth, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
WHERE: Hell if they know anymore.
WHEN: Wednesday night.
WARNINGS: Booze, pain, bad decisions, guilt, and Desire getting its little hand in things.
SUMMARY: Actually, the warnings work quite well as the summary, too. XD
FORMAT: ...Why is this ever even a question, still?
Remus had not come home despite the fierce argument in the forest; Edgeworth had left in a worse mood the next morning than he'd arrived with in the first place, and had slowly begun to fall into a darker, slightly angrier mindset. Old habits died very hard when outside forces saw fit to interfere, and as far as bad ones went, he had a good many.
How could that damn fool not agree to come back with him? Wasn't he right? Yes, of course he was. He always was. Or at least, he wanted to be--had been taught to be, whatever the circumstances--and damn the man for making it seem otherwise! After everything he'd done to try and make things work. After the things he'd given up, and the responsibilities he'd shouldered! Remus was dangerous, but he'd taken so much care to make sure nothing went wrong. One stupid accident was not enough of a reason to throw everything away, in his opinion, and if his was the one that he believed the most in right then--well.
Wright would have heard him out, at least. Wright was too attached to him not to.
Bah. If the wizard wanted to ignore everything, then he could do it too.
Edgeworth glowered at one of the two brunette women approaching him; her eyes widened and she turned away from him at a sharp angle, immediately thinking better of her previous idea. He merely sat at his table, quietly nursing his glass and attempting to burn holes in the table with a mildly muted look of anger.
WHERE: Hell if they know anymore.
WHEN: Wednesday night.
WARNINGS: Booze, pain, bad decisions, guilt, and Desire getting its little hand in things.
SUMMARY: Actually, the warnings work quite well as the summary, too. XD
FORMAT: ...Why is this ever even a question, still?
Remus had not come home despite the fierce argument in the forest; Edgeworth had left in a worse mood the next morning than he'd arrived with in the first place, and had slowly begun to fall into a darker, slightly angrier mindset. Old habits died very hard when outside forces saw fit to interfere, and as far as bad ones went, he had a good many.
How could that damn fool not agree to come back with him? Wasn't he right? Yes, of course he was. He always was. Or at least, he wanted to be--had been taught to be, whatever the circumstances--and damn the man for making it seem otherwise! After everything he'd done to try and make things work. After the things he'd given up, and the responsibilities he'd shouldered! Remus was dangerous, but he'd taken so much care to make sure nothing went wrong. One stupid accident was not enough of a reason to throw everything away, in his opinion, and if his was the one that he believed the most in right then--well.
Wright would have heard him out, at least. Wright was too attached to him not to.
Bah. If the wizard wanted to ignore everything, then he could do it too.
Edgeworth glowered at one of the two brunette women approaching him; her eyes widened and she turned away from him at a sharp angle, immediately thinking better of her previous idea. He merely sat at his table, quietly nursing his glass and attempting to burn holes in the table with a mildly muted look of anger.