[Narrative] I can't believe a year has gone so fast...
He's working, as usual.
There was almost complete silence in the office, minus the subtle scratching of a pen against a paper, and almost complete darkness minus the glow from the lamp. It was a wonder he wasn't blind yet, holing himself away for hours on end, surrounded by evidence sheets and enough paper work that would make any normal person go insane.
The blinds were open behind him though, and that cast in sunlight, illuminating the oddly arranged bouquet sitting on his windowsill.
How she found him, he had no idea. The card was written with care, with a simple message: Happy Birthday, Edgey-poo! A heart was scrawled beneath it.
It was ridiculous, but the dedication kept him from throwing it out the window. For now.
There was a soft knocking on the door, and Edgeworth spoke without even looking up. "Come in."
A young boy, almost fresh out of school, came in timidly. "Mr. Edgeworth, sir. Here are the papers you wanted.."
"Leave them on my desk." The silver haired man replied, not looking up. His German became so articulate, many found it surprising that he hadn't lived in Berlin his entire life.
There was silence, and Edgeworth didn't hear the sound of footsteps leaving, so he raised his eyes and found the intern standing there, looking at the flowers from across the room. "Who sent them?"
"A fan." A terse response. "Don't you have work to do? Or should I find something else for you to occupy your time?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Edgeworth." The boy nodded and rushed quickly out of the office, the door closing quietly behind him, although the boy added a soft "Happy birthday, Mr. Edgeworth." before the oaken door closed entirely.
And once again, Miles was alone, in his office of pink walls and expensive furniture. He glanced at the clock kept on his desk, next to a picture of him and Mia he kept in a frame.
The time difference was still bothersome to him, especially when he and his girlfriend were worlds apart. He didn't want to call her too early, or too late.. despite not really wanting to talk to anyone today, hearing her voice would make things better.
It would momentarily make him forget how old he was getting.
He smirked a bit as he resumed his work. Maybe he'd call Phoenix, too... if the defense attorney behaved.
There was almost complete silence in the office, minus the subtle scratching of a pen against a paper, and almost complete darkness minus the glow from the lamp. It was a wonder he wasn't blind yet, holing himself away for hours on end, surrounded by evidence sheets and enough paper work that would make any normal person go insane.
The blinds were open behind him though, and that cast in sunlight, illuminating the oddly arranged bouquet sitting on his windowsill.
How she found him, he had no idea. The card was written with care, with a simple message: Happy Birthday, Edgey-poo! A heart was scrawled beneath it.
It was ridiculous, but the dedication kept him from throwing it out the window. For now.
There was a soft knocking on the door, and Edgeworth spoke without even looking up. "Come in."
A young boy, almost fresh out of school, came in timidly. "Mr. Edgeworth, sir. Here are the papers you wanted.."
"Leave them on my desk." The silver haired man replied, not looking up. His German became so articulate, many found it surprising that he hadn't lived in Berlin his entire life.
There was silence, and Edgeworth didn't hear the sound of footsteps leaving, so he raised his eyes and found the intern standing there, looking at the flowers from across the room. "Who sent them?"
"A fan." A terse response. "Don't you have work to do? Or should I find something else for you to occupy your time?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Edgeworth." The boy nodded and rushed quickly out of the office, the door closing quietly behind him, although the boy added a soft "Happy birthday, Mr. Edgeworth." before the oaken door closed entirely.
And once again, Miles was alone, in his office of pink walls and expensive furniture. He glanced at the clock kept on his desk, next to a picture of him and Mia he kept in a frame.
The time difference was still bothersome to him, especially when he and his girlfriend were worlds apart. He didn't want to call her too early, or too late.. despite not really wanting to talk to anyone today, hearing her voice would make things better.
It would momentarily make him forget how old he was getting.
He smirked a bit as he resumed his work. Maybe he'd call Phoenix, too... if the defense attorney behaved.