[[SCENE! SUBETE KEIKAKU DOORI!!!]]
Takes place on Friday afternoon!
Miles: *Edgeworth looks up at the clock, it's almost one. He's gotten accustomed to eating lunch lately, for reasons it makes him smirk to think of.* Bit late to call, though. I'll just go pick something up. *He runs down thirteen flights of stairs to the parking garage, taking out his wallet and waving it in front of the card reader. It doesn't react.*
Miles: Hm. *He tries again, then picks the access card out of his billfold and runs it over the reader alone. No reaction. He peers at it, finally noticing that it's slightly bent.* Tch. How did that happen?
Miles: *He rolls his eyes and walks up the stairs, knocking on the security guard's chamber.*
Guard: *The guard inside the chamber is slumped over his desk, a cell phone gripped tightly in his hands. He seems to be talking to himself, and doesn't answer the knock for a good thirty seconds before calling out whinily* Come iiiiiiin.
Miles: *Edgeworth pushes open the door, noting the man's attitude irritably. Brusquely,* I need a new card, mine has been bent.
Guard: *Doesn't lift himself from the desk, talking into his forearm in a muffled way* That's nice... *He stares blankly at the cell phone*
Miles: *The corner of his eye twitches* This may be difficult for you, young man... *He starts, his voice blindingly harsh.* ...but I'd very much appreciate it if you'd do your job, instead of making me wait while you text your friends. *He crosses his arms, glaring down at the seated guard.*
Guard: *Finally looks over and seems startled to see Edgeworth, though not enough to smarten him up. He jolts a bit* But I'm... ugh... I don't... *He groans whinily again* I've had the worst week of my life...
Miles: *His lip curls.* Not yet you haven't. *He flicks the bent card down to the counter in front of the guard.* I certainly hope whatever it is you're so miserable about is worth losing your job over. *He stops there, assuming that warning will be enough.*
Guard: I don't care any more. After all I did for her... *He pushes the card back at Edgeworth and then looks upset again* Angel, why?! *He turns his attention back to the cell phone, hitting 'send' multiple times in a pathetic manner* Why won't you answer me?!
Miles: *Edgeworth rolls his eyes derisively, turning halfway away before he fully comprehends what the man has said. He turns back.* Angel...? *He asks, his voice carefully neutral. Something niggles at the back of his mind as he asks, but he doesn't quite make the connection.*
Guard: *He doesn't seem to hear the prosecutor, burying his head in his hands with the cell phone still clasped tightly in them* Why would you cut me off?! I can't live like this!
Miles: Cut you... off...? *He frowns. Suddenly one of the minor details from the State v. Skye case returns to him. When Angel saw the crime being 'committed,' she was here. With a boyfriend.*
Guard: Why?! Angel... why?! *He begins to repeatedly hit 'send' again* You were my favorite other girlfriend...
Miles: *Edgeworth rubs his hand from his forehead down his chin, a curious expression on his face. It's something between confusion and awe.* Y-you mean... she broke up with you. *He glances from the guard to the phone and back, now calculating.*
Guard: *Almost viciously, he turns on Edgeworth* Are you rubbing it in or something?! Aaaaagggghhh... and I did so much for herrrrrr...
Miles: *At the words 'rubbing it in,' a cold, cruel, deeply amused smile curls across his face.* Maybe... *He says, and a low chuckle bubbles out of him.* Didn't you expect it to happen someday?
Guard: Not so suddenly! *He glares at the prosecutor* What does it matter to you? Oh, Angel... You're so cold...
Miles: *His chuckle increases in volume and intensity, and his fingers press to his forehead as he struggles to control his smile.* You have no idea, young man. *He gives the other man an intense, amused glare.* How did she sound? Disconnected? Almost bored? Like she was reading from a script, like she'd done it all a number of times before? *His voice raises almost manically.*
Guard: She sounded... *His face contorts in anger* Happy... *He looks upset all over again, squeezing the life out of the cell phone* Happy?! Angel, please answer! How can you say such cold things with a smile on your face?!
Miles: *He can't stop himself, he falls into a paroxysm of somewhat unhinged-sounding laughter.* AHAHAHAHAHAHA.... *He leans heavily on the counter, rattling the keyboard and a cold mug of coffee. As his laughter trails off - it takes a few seconds - he looks up at the guard with a feverishly triumphant look on his face.* Oh God, I've won.
Guard: So you like making fun of me, do you?! *More whining* I don't care any more. I don't care about anything. And she... she was so good at... ... *He buries his head in his hands* Why?!
Miles: *The grin on his face is VICIOUS. Under his breath, with a slight overexcited catch in his voice,* Exactly as planned... *He slaps his hand down on the card and then insincerely says,* I hardly like to kick a man when he's down. Give me the temp card and I'll come pick up a new one when you're off.
Guard: *The man says nothing more, waving the temp card at Edgeworth with one hand, his eyes glued on the cell phone* Angel...
Miles: *He takes the card in two fingers, twiddling it with a self-satisfied smirk.* You'll get over it. *He snorts. He turns to leave, humming under his breath.*
Miles: *After getting lunch, Edgeworth is considerably less manic. He spends much of his lunch break pacing while he eats, trying to think of how to deal with the situation. Finally he feels like he's settled enough to call. He dials Angel's number, tapping his foot.*
Angel: *Is somewhere at the station. She picks up after carefully checking who it is beforehand. She answers with a smile* Oh... hello, Miles!
Miles: Hello, Angel. *His voice is casual, he's taking pains to make it as normal as possible and succeeding.* I was wondering if you'd want to have dinner with me tonight.
Angel: Ah...! *She seems surprised for a moment, but then pleased* Oh, I'd like to. I haven't got anything to do tonight...
Miles: *An inaudible smirk.* That's good. How about you come to my office on your way home? We can decide where to go from here.
Angel: ... *She looks perplexed for a bit* Oh, well, I suppose so. You don't have anywhere in mind?
Miles: Not in particular. *He tries to ignore his quickening heartbeat.* We can put our heads together... *lightly*
Angel: Oh, I know a few places! I can probably think of one right away... Well, I'll be a few hours til then. She smiles I look forward to it!
Miles: Me too. *The faintest of notes of breathiness in this. More casually,* See you then!
Angel: You as well! I'm glad you called. Bye, Miles... *She hangs up now*
Miles: *He sighs and closes his phone, setting it on his desk with a very distant look in his eye. He sits down at his desk, tapping his fingers and looking off into the distance, glancing momentarily at the documents on his laptop, but not working on them.*
Miles: *The end of the day rolls around and Edgeworth can't concentrate at all. He keeps tapping his fingers on the files next to his computer and glancing at the clock.* Hnnn...
Angel: *Knocks on the door after having driven over to the Prosecutor's office. She seems to be in a good mood*
Miles: Come in. *He presses his hands against the desk, eyes fixed on the door.*
Angel: *Closes the door behind her and approaches him at the desk, placing her hands on the edge of it lightly* Hello! You look well today.
Miles: *A smirk, he folds his hands together.* Yes, I'm completely recovered, I think.
Angel: I'm glad. I knew you would be. And like I said, I didn't catch a thing. *She smiles, tilting her head and lifting a hand to her earring*
Miles: So you didn't. *He can't keep a minor tremble out of his voice as he says,* Ah, so. I heard... *He trails off.*
Angel: *She seems distracted by looking around at the various things in his office* Hmm?
Miles: *He tightens his folded hands in an effort to keep them from trembling.* A... a rumor.
Angel: *Her expression clouds briefly, and she frowns* ... A rumor? Well, I don't want to hear it. If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all, you know. Oh, unless it's a good one...
Miles: *A tight, slightly nervous grin, but he looks up at her with warm eyes.* I feel that it's a good one.
Angel: *She looks vaguely amused* Well, alright. Go ahead.
Miles: *He puts his hands back on the desk, drumming them idly for a moment. Then he puts a hand on the one of hers that is still on the desk and offers her a hungry grin.* The security guard at the parking garage... He's quite distraught.
Angel: *She seems startled at the touch, looking down at his hand on hers with a strange look on her face. She finds it oddly unlike him to do such a thing... But the next thing he says tunes her right in to what he's driving at* ...Oh. Ah. *She falls silent for a moment* I had planned to tell you sometime this week when I next saw you. I wonder... *She looks suddenly amused*
Miles: *He doesn't bother to say another word. He stands up swiftly, pressing his other hand to her shoulder and pulling her in for a powerful, hungry, desperate kiss.*
Angel: *She's so taken aback at first by the force of it that she doesn't respond, but she recovers quickly, leaning in towards him across the desk. She hadn't expected a reaction like this, but in a way... She's not entirely surprised*
Miles: *He breaks the kiss* Let's- let's go to my place.
Angel: *She pulls away, but just barely* What? No... Let's... *She raises a hand to his collar, pulling at it*
Miles: *He glances around at his office.* But... Uh... I don't... *He looks at her face, though it's almost too close for him to focus on. In a near-whisper,* How- how quiet can you be...?
Angel: *She manages to cross over to the other side of the desk before she takes him by the front of his suit jacket and pulls him against her body. She leans up, putting her mouth close to his ear, by his neck* Not very.
Miles: *He swallows, flicking his fingers out.* I'll... I'll turn on some music. *He picks up the remote for his stereo and turns it on. He sounds surprised at himself, almost, as he says,* M-make sure door is locked, won't you?
Angel: *She talks in a murmur, and she's not joking about the next thing she says* I got it when I came in. *She takes his mouth to hers again, drawing him into a kiss before pulling away for a moment* You're sure about this? *She laughs low in her throat, because it's a rhetorical question*
Miles: *He groans and then chuckles, not bothering to or trusting himself to answer, instead just pressing his lips against hers and humming low assent into her mouth.*
Angel: *Gives a smirk through the kiss, before she takes one of his hands and unreservedly pushes it up against her breasts, holding it there as she opens her mouth to his* Mmf...
Miles: *His heartbeat roars in his ears, drowning out all sound, and he flexes his fingers experimentally against her chest, the corners of his eyes crinkling. His hearing returns, and he smirks through the kiss at the track that's now playing on his stereo. With his one free hand he slides the files on his desk onto the floor, not caring much about where they go or who's going to clean them up...*
[[As for the rest? Use your imaginations~ This post has theme music, though:]]
Miles: *Edgeworth looks up at the clock, it's almost one. He's gotten accustomed to eating lunch lately, for reasons it makes him smirk to think of.* Bit late to call, though. I'll just go pick something up. *He runs down thirteen flights of stairs to the parking garage, taking out his wallet and waving it in front of the card reader. It doesn't react.*
Miles: Hm. *He tries again, then picks the access card out of his billfold and runs it over the reader alone. No reaction. He peers at it, finally noticing that it's slightly bent.* Tch. How did that happen?
Miles: *He rolls his eyes and walks up the stairs, knocking on the security guard's chamber.*
Guard: *The guard inside the chamber is slumped over his desk, a cell phone gripped tightly in his hands. He seems to be talking to himself, and doesn't answer the knock for a good thirty seconds before calling out whinily* Come iiiiiiin.
Miles: *Edgeworth pushes open the door, noting the man's attitude irritably. Brusquely,* I need a new card, mine has been bent.
Guard: *Doesn't lift himself from the desk, talking into his forearm in a muffled way* That's nice... *He stares blankly at the cell phone*
Miles: *The corner of his eye twitches* This may be difficult for you, young man... *He starts, his voice blindingly harsh.* ...but I'd very much appreciate it if you'd do your job, instead of making me wait while you text your friends. *He crosses his arms, glaring down at the seated guard.*
Guard: *Finally looks over and seems startled to see Edgeworth, though not enough to smarten him up. He jolts a bit* But I'm... ugh... I don't... *He groans whinily again* I've had the worst week of my life...
Miles: *His lip curls.* Not yet you haven't. *He flicks the bent card down to the counter in front of the guard.* I certainly hope whatever it is you're so miserable about is worth losing your job over. *He stops there, assuming that warning will be enough.*
Guard: I don't care any more. After all I did for her... *He pushes the card back at Edgeworth and then looks upset again* Angel, why?! *He turns his attention back to the cell phone, hitting 'send' multiple times in a pathetic manner* Why won't you answer me?!
Miles: *Edgeworth rolls his eyes derisively, turning halfway away before he fully comprehends what the man has said. He turns back.* Angel...? *He asks, his voice carefully neutral. Something niggles at the back of his mind as he asks, but he doesn't quite make the connection.*
Guard: *He doesn't seem to hear the prosecutor, burying his head in his hands with the cell phone still clasped tightly in them* Why would you cut me off?! I can't live like this!
Miles: Cut you... off...? *He frowns. Suddenly one of the minor details from the State v. Skye case returns to him. When Angel saw the crime being 'committed,' she was here. With a boyfriend.*
Guard: Why?! Angel... why?! *He begins to repeatedly hit 'send' again* You were my favorite other girlfriend...
Miles: *Edgeworth rubs his hand from his forehead down his chin, a curious expression on his face. It's something between confusion and awe.* Y-you mean... she broke up with you. *He glances from the guard to the phone and back, now calculating.*
Guard: *Almost viciously, he turns on Edgeworth* Are you rubbing it in or something?! Aaaaagggghhh... and I did so much for herrrrrr...
Miles: *At the words 'rubbing it in,' a cold, cruel, deeply amused smile curls across his face.* Maybe... *He says, and a low chuckle bubbles out of him.* Didn't you expect it to happen someday?
Guard: Not so suddenly! *He glares at the prosecutor* What does it matter to you? Oh, Angel... You're so cold...
Miles: *His chuckle increases in volume and intensity, and his fingers press to his forehead as he struggles to control his smile.* You have no idea, young man. *He gives the other man an intense, amused glare.* How did she sound? Disconnected? Almost bored? Like she was reading from a script, like she'd done it all a number of times before? *His voice raises almost manically.*
Guard: She sounded... *His face contorts in anger* Happy... *He looks upset all over again, squeezing the life out of the cell phone* Happy?! Angel, please answer! How can you say such cold things with a smile on your face?!
Miles: *He can't stop himself, he falls into a paroxysm of somewhat unhinged-sounding laughter.* AHAHAHAHAHAHA.... *He leans heavily on the counter, rattling the keyboard and a cold mug of coffee. As his laughter trails off - it takes a few seconds - he looks up at the guard with a feverishly triumphant look on his face.* Oh God, I've won.
Guard: So you like making fun of me, do you?! *More whining* I don't care any more. I don't care about anything. And she... she was so good at... ... *He buries his head in his hands* Why?!
Miles: *The grin on his face is VICIOUS. Under his breath, with a slight overexcited catch in his voice,* Exactly as planned... *He slaps his hand down on the card and then insincerely says,* I hardly like to kick a man when he's down. Give me the temp card and I'll come pick up a new one when you're off.
Guard: *The man says nothing more, waving the temp card at Edgeworth with one hand, his eyes glued on the cell phone* Angel...
Miles: *He takes the card in two fingers, twiddling it with a self-satisfied smirk.* You'll get over it. *He snorts. He turns to leave, humming under his breath.*
Miles: *After getting lunch, Edgeworth is considerably less manic. He spends much of his lunch break pacing while he eats, trying to think of how to deal with the situation. Finally he feels like he's settled enough to call. He dials Angel's number, tapping his foot.*
Angel: *Is somewhere at the station. She picks up after carefully checking who it is beforehand. She answers with a smile* Oh... hello, Miles!
Miles: Hello, Angel. *His voice is casual, he's taking pains to make it as normal as possible and succeeding.* I was wondering if you'd want to have dinner with me tonight.
Angel: Ah...! *She seems surprised for a moment, but then pleased* Oh, I'd like to. I haven't got anything to do tonight...
Miles: *An inaudible smirk.* That's good. How about you come to my office on your way home? We can decide where to go from here.
Angel: ... *She looks perplexed for a bit* Oh, well, I suppose so. You don't have anywhere in mind?
Miles: Not in particular. *He tries to ignore his quickening heartbeat.* We can put our heads together... *lightly*
Angel: Oh, I know a few places! I can probably think of one right away... Well, I'll be a few hours til then. She smiles I look forward to it!
Miles: Me too. *The faintest of notes of breathiness in this. More casually,* See you then!
Angel: You as well! I'm glad you called. Bye, Miles... *She hangs up now*
Miles: *He sighs and closes his phone, setting it on his desk with a very distant look in his eye. He sits down at his desk, tapping his fingers and looking off into the distance, glancing momentarily at the documents on his laptop, but not working on them.*
Miles: *The end of the day rolls around and Edgeworth can't concentrate at all. He keeps tapping his fingers on the files next to his computer and glancing at the clock.* Hnnn...
Angel: *Knocks on the door after having driven over to the Prosecutor's office. She seems to be in a good mood*
Miles: Come in. *He presses his hands against the desk, eyes fixed on the door.*
Angel: *Closes the door behind her and approaches him at the desk, placing her hands on the edge of it lightly* Hello! You look well today.
Miles: *A smirk, he folds his hands together.* Yes, I'm completely recovered, I think.
Angel: I'm glad. I knew you would be. And like I said, I didn't catch a thing. *She smiles, tilting her head and lifting a hand to her earring*
Miles: So you didn't. *He can't keep a minor tremble out of his voice as he says,* Ah, so. I heard... *He trails off.*
Angel: *She seems distracted by looking around at the various things in his office* Hmm?
Miles: *He tightens his folded hands in an effort to keep them from trembling.* A... a rumor.
Angel: *Her expression clouds briefly, and she frowns* ... A rumor? Well, I don't want to hear it. If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all, you know. Oh, unless it's a good one...
Miles: *A tight, slightly nervous grin, but he looks up at her with warm eyes.* I feel that it's a good one.
Angel: *She looks vaguely amused* Well, alright. Go ahead.
Miles: *He puts his hands back on the desk, drumming them idly for a moment. Then he puts a hand on the one of hers that is still on the desk and offers her a hungry grin.* The security guard at the parking garage... He's quite distraught.
Angel: *She seems startled at the touch, looking down at his hand on hers with a strange look on her face. She finds it oddly unlike him to do such a thing... But the next thing he says tunes her right in to what he's driving at* ...Oh. Ah. *She falls silent for a moment* I had planned to tell you sometime this week when I next saw you. I wonder... *She looks suddenly amused*
Miles: *He doesn't bother to say another word. He stands up swiftly, pressing his other hand to her shoulder and pulling her in for a powerful, hungry, desperate kiss.*
Angel: *She's so taken aback at first by the force of it that she doesn't respond, but she recovers quickly, leaning in towards him across the desk. She hadn't expected a reaction like this, but in a way... She's not entirely surprised*
Miles: *He breaks the kiss* Let's- let's go to my place.
Angel: *She pulls away, but just barely* What? No... Let's... *She raises a hand to his collar, pulling at it*
Miles: *He glances around at his office.* But... Uh... I don't... *He looks at her face, though it's almost too close for him to focus on. In a near-whisper,* How- how quiet can you be...?
Angel: *She manages to cross over to the other side of the desk before she takes him by the front of his suit jacket and pulls him against her body. She leans up, putting her mouth close to his ear, by his neck* Not very.
Miles: *He swallows, flicking his fingers out.* I'll... I'll turn on some music. *He picks up the remote for his stereo and turns it on. He sounds surprised at himself, almost, as he says,* M-make sure door is locked, won't you?
Angel: *She talks in a murmur, and she's not joking about the next thing she says* I got it when I came in. *She takes his mouth to hers again, drawing him into a kiss before pulling away for a moment* You're sure about this? *She laughs low in her throat, because it's a rhetorical question*
Miles: *He groans and then chuckles, not bothering to or trusting himself to answer, instead just pressing his lips against hers and humming low assent into her mouth.*
Angel: *Gives a smirk through the kiss, before she takes one of his hands and unreservedly pushes it up against her breasts, holding it there as she opens her mouth to his* Mmf...
Miles: *His heartbeat roars in his ears, drowning out all sound, and he flexes his fingers experimentally against her chest, the corners of his eyes crinkling. His hearing returns, and he smirks through the kiss at the track that's now playing on his stereo. With his one free hand he slides the files on his desk onto the floor, not caring much about where they go or who's going to clean them up...*
[[As for the rest? Use your imaginations~ This post has theme music, though:]]
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