[April 11, 2019 : Pearl Fey and Miles Edgeworth]
Title: Innocence is Bliss
Characters Involved: Pearl Fey and Miles Edgeworth
Approximate Time of Day: 9:52 AM
Location: Phoenix's Apartment
Summary (so far): Edgeworth isn't sure what a "no-toe-ree" is, but he certainly doesn't approve of the fact that Pearl's been talking to a reporter about his personal life.
Completed?: [y/n]
Edgeworth couldn't sleep, but he couldn't say he was surprised by that fact; he'd awoken feeling rested, but with how poorly he had been sleeping lately, he had hoped to attain a little more rest before work. However, after Phoenix's less than appropriate departure nearly a half hour before, the prosecutor had tossed and turned, finding the bed to be uncomfortably large without the defense attorney beside him. Nothing about that morning had been typical, and although he felt a pang of shame for laughing so freely in front of Phoenix, he instead found himself plotting about ways to return the other man's serve later in the day.
Light filtered through the thin material of the curtains on the windows, and the room just felt too bright. Edgeworth was used to sleeping practically in tandem with the sun, leaving the glow of the morning more annoyingly foreign than pleasant. Lifting the comforter over his head, Edgeworth attempted to sleep under the darkness of the blanket, but it wasn't too long before he became too warm to rest comfortably. Giving up on sleep for the morning, he tossed the comforter off of himself, climbing out of bed and into his bathrobe.
Despite the differences in his morning, his rituals were very much the same - he showered, groomed, and dressed himself just as he normally did, and at the same pace - but he still found himself with too much time on his hands. He wasn't expected until eleven, and, without any cases to tend to, showing up early would have been a waste of time.
The answer to Edgeworth's concern over his excess time came to him as he was putting on his cravat. The all too familiar Steel Samurai theme suddenly boomed from the living room, first startling him into dropping the garment he'd been folding, then tempting him to spend his morning in the most unproductive manner possible. It took him a few moments to reason with himself that he could spare enough time for one episode (or two...perhaps three?) before he nabbed his cravat from the floor, tying it deftly around his neck before setting off into the living room.
Of course, the issue remained that Edgeworth had no idea how to talk to the little guest in the living room, but if they were both watching something, conversation wasn't a necessity, right?
Edgeworth's stride was tentative as he made his way toward the recliner he'd come to favor, and the issue remained that the television was far too loud - wouldn't Pearl harm her hearing if she kept that up? Deciding that this conversation point was more appropriate than asking to join her to simply watch, Edgeworth decided to say something to that effect. "Pearl?" he said, raising his voice to be heard over the television. "I don't think Wright would appreciate you damaging the speakers to his television. Would you mind turning it down?"
Characters Involved: Pearl Fey and Miles Edgeworth
Approximate Time of Day: 9:52 AM
Location: Phoenix's Apartment
Summary (so far): Edgeworth isn't sure what a "no-toe-ree" is, but he certainly doesn't approve of the fact that Pearl's been talking to a reporter about his personal life.
Completed?: [y/n]
Edgeworth couldn't sleep, but he couldn't say he was surprised by that fact; he'd awoken feeling rested, but with how poorly he had been sleeping lately, he had hoped to attain a little more rest before work. However, after Phoenix's less than appropriate departure nearly a half hour before, the prosecutor had tossed and turned, finding the bed to be uncomfortably large without the defense attorney beside him. Nothing about that morning had been typical, and although he felt a pang of shame for laughing so freely in front of Phoenix, he instead found himself plotting about ways to return the other man's serve later in the day.
Light filtered through the thin material of the curtains on the windows, and the room just felt too bright. Edgeworth was used to sleeping practically in tandem with the sun, leaving the glow of the morning more annoyingly foreign than pleasant. Lifting the comforter over his head, Edgeworth attempted to sleep under the darkness of the blanket, but it wasn't too long before he became too warm to rest comfortably. Giving up on sleep for the morning, he tossed the comforter off of himself, climbing out of bed and into his bathrobe.
Despite the differences in his morning, his rituals were very much the same - he showered, groomed, and dressed himself just as he normally did, and at the same pace - but he still found himself with too much time on his hands. He wasn't expected until eleven, and, without any cases to tend to, showing up early would have been a waste of time.
The answer to Edgeworth's concern over his excess time came to him as he was putting on his cravat. The all too familiar Steel Samurai theme suddenly boomed from the living room, first startling him into dropping the garment he'd been folding, then tempting him to spend his morning in the most unproductive manner possible. It took him a few moments to reason with himself that he could spare enough time for one episode (or two...perhaps three?) before he nabbed his cravat from the floor, tying it deftly around his neck before setting off into the living room.
Of course, the issue remained that Edgeworth had no idea how to talk to the little guest in the living room, but if they were both watching something, conversation wasn't a necessity, right?
Edgeworth's stride was tentative as he made his way toward the recliner he'd come to favor, and the issue remained that the television was far too loud - wouldn't Pearl harm her hearing if she kept that up? Deciding that this conversation point was more appropriate than asking to join her to simply watch, Edgeworth decided to say something to that effect. "Pearl?" he said, raising his voice to be heard over the television. "I don't think Wright would appreciate you damaging the speakers to his television. Would you mind turning it down?"