[A blanket of black greets viewers when Miles' Pokégear is turned on, the machine taking a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the night before Miles' face, lit up by the faint light of his screen, comes into view -- guess who's staying up past his bedtime?
Miles is being careful not to be so loud as he uses his Gear, and the soft snoring of
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He hears something out of place-- whispering?-- and wakes up completely. He sits up and looks over to see Edgeworth with his communicator.]
[Sort of groggily:] Couldn't sleep?
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O-oh... yes.
It's hard to settle down, I guess.
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[Apollo ruffles his (ruined) hair and blinks a few times before answering and...
Oh. Oh, he's been crying.]
[Sort of awkwardly:] Yeah. The ground isn't the most comfortable place to sleep.
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[Miles closes his Pokégear and turns his face slightly away from the campfire. He should have wiped his face earlier - he doesn't want to worry Apollo too much, of course.]
We'll have to get used to it though. [He pats the dirt ground under him - it appears that he's leaning on his backpack, and hasn't even taken out his sleeping bag. He really wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon, if at all. He wouldn't want to end up worrying Apollo if he had another of those nightmares.]
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Yeah. It's nothing like home, is it? [He seems a little distracted]
[Apollo had promised Trucy that he'd try to help Miles in any way that he could but now that he's faced with it, he's not so sure he can do it. Is there a way to handle this without avoiding the obvious or making it worse?]
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...I've never been camping before. My father was always busy. [He makes a movement as if he's rubbing his eyes and turns to Apollo - his face is dry again, although his eyes are a bit red.] Have you, Mr. Apollo? Camping I mean.
[Miles has made a habit out of changing the subject before it turns to anything remotely close to his father, and that is the course of action he's taking now, being that he's unsure just how much Apollo knows about him. It's a strange strange world with fire-breathing dogs and god-knows-what. He doesn't need to dwell on thoughts about his father's death. At least not for now.
He attempts a curious smile.]
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[Apollo seems to debate saying something and decides against it. Instead he stretches a little.]
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I'm glad it's not thundering, though. We'll be able to start walking again.
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Hopefully we can beat the rain. I think we're close to Cherrygrove by now.
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We are. I hope.
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Is something wrong?
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I was just watching you. Your expression changes often.
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You hungry? We could eat now and start when the sun's up.
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....Yes. I think I'd like to eat. [HE IS EMBARRASSED can you tell.]
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