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Day 57: Sun Room [Third Shift]
Brunch had tasted delicious as usual, but he still felt guilty for enjoying it when so many other patients weren't as fortunate as him and Ritsuka. Still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't grateful for his meals. His appetite had been pretty spotty during the week after his "sleep study", so Claude wanted to think he was making up for lost time
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...however, where was he supposed to begin?
The Sun Room was somewhat familiar to the prosecutor after he had spent his morning there, and he found himself wandering back inside after he had finished his brunch, his eyes moving to the movie projector and the couches lined up with several patients milling about to get a seat. Edgeworth didn't really have much of an interest in movies, much less when he was in this sort of circumstance, but then he had no indication of where he should wander off to either. The memory of his discussion with Anise the day before tugged at the forefront of his thoughts, the constant reminder ( ... )
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He wasn't sure which one he preferred, honestly. They both gave him a damn headache.
Sam would've preferred to take the book he'd bought yesterday so he could do some more work with it, but apparently, even institute-approved bought items were getting confiscated during the day. Go figure.
Which was how he wound up in the Sun Room instead, passing by it on his way to the library so he could check the board. There was never anything much these days-most news was reiterated and while Sam kept as many stats as he could, he knew the dangers of having way too much information.
So he hadn't been looking for anything specific-but he stopped looking as soon as he caught the name Lelouch at the edge of his vision. Oh. This was going to make his day. He'd thought the kid had vanished? He'd come back? With his ( ... )
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He was relieved then when he was approached, though he didn't offer much more than a slight, cordial nod and a glance to the door. "Ah, I'm...as well as could be expected," he answered, the corner of his lip tensing as he considered his current location. "I wouldn't say that I'm lost, really, but I...don't exactly know my way around, either."
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Or you know. The middle of the night.
Sam scratched the back of his neck. "Were you looking anything specific? I was just gonna-" He gestured somewhere over his shoulder. "-go into the library. You could come with if you wanted."
Escaping the movie, in other words. He didn't feel like sitting through what was basically a two-hour warning from the institute of What Not To Do (Unless You Have A Death Wish). Though admittedly, the movies were useful in their own way. The fact that they were all classics, for example, in the same way most of the books were classics, minus those ubiquitous best seller type novels.
"I'm Sam, by the way," he added.
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All of it was a naive hope, he was sure, but it wouldn't hurt to investigate regardless.
"Miles Edgeworth," the prosecutor said as he extended a hand to Sam. "I appreciate the offer - I can't say that I know my way around here yet, even when provided with suitable lighting."
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