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[i_hate_quakes]

Character(s): Miles, Dias, Hojo
Content: One of the most devastating things of his life--Miles is suddenly dirt. Poor.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa in Muspelheim
Time: Early Saturday morning
Warnings: None, except for Dias might be hella pissed...

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[heavens_too_far]

Dias, with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face, definitely made for a menacing figure. But the truth of the matter was that, although he very much wanted to explode, or possibly to haul off and punch Edgeworth in the face as he'd been itching to do ever since his earlier smugness, he found that he was more resigned than infuriated. For one thing, he HAD been doing his best to anticipate the worst, which softened the blow somewhat...and for another, he just couldn't convince himself that Edgeworth had deliberately meant to cheat him after seeing how shaken he was by the news that his mysterious little card was no good. Dias might not have been an expert judge of actors, but the way the lawyer looked now - pale and vaguely stunned, as if his entire world had fallen out from beneath him...

Even if Dias hadn't recognized the expression, some things just couldn't be faked.

"So I hear," he replied, somewhat wearily. The entire job had been a complete waste of time, then - and he was going to have to explain to Al and the others that he hadn't made them any money after all. That would be pleasant... "What do you intend to do about it?"