(no subject)
Characters: Miles Edgeworth herr_edgeworth
When: Early evening, After Event 0.5
Where: The shopping center.
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Open!
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Miles was relieved to find a small Grocer in the shopping center of the island; had there been none, Miles’ promise to his young roommates regarding their evening meal would have been very difficult to keep indeed. Before beginning his search, he greeted the owner of the shop and inquired as to what they accepted.
“Anything you’ve got,” the owner replied, shrugging.
… Well, at this point, Miles could hardly be surprised. The topsy-turvy nature of the Island was beginning to feel familiar.
Miles took an available hand basket and began walking the small aisles. The store was arranged so that the owner could always see his patrons; Miles had to ignore the feeling of being under constant surveillance. He, instead, focused on what he would prepare.
Perhaps he could arrange for something more elaborate than what he usually arranged. After all, most of his cooked meals were portioned only for himself - why would he spend the extra time? Neither he nor Pess ever seemed to mind…
Miles paused in his browsing, his heart swelling against his will at the memory of his pet.
She’s fine. Time as you know it has stopped. The old girl is probably sleeping, not even realizing you’ve gone.
Miles released his breath in a long sigh, slowly beginning to stride the aisles once more. It seemed he had been struck by the first hint of what life, separated from everything and everyone he knew, would be like.
When: Early evening, After Event 0.5
Where: The shopping center.
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Open!
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Miles was relieved to find a small Grocer in the shopping center of the island; had there been none, Miles’ promise to his young roommates regarding their evening meal would have been very difficult to keep indeed. Before beginning his search, he greeted the owner of the shop and inquired as to what they accepted.
“Anything you’ve got,” the owner replied, shrugging.
… Well, at this point, Miles could hardly be surprised. The topsy-turvy nature of the Island was beginning to feel familiar.
Miles took an available hand basket and began walking the small aisles. The store was arranged so that the owner could always see his patrons; Miles had to ignore the feeling of being under constant surveillance. He, instead, focused on what he would prepare.
Perhaps he could arrange for something more elaborate than what he usually arranged. After all, most of his cooked meals were portioned only for himself - why would he spend the extra time? Neither he nor Pess ever seemed to mind…
Miles paused in his browsing, his heart swelling against his will at the memory of his pet.
She’s fine. Time as you know it has stopped. The old girl is probably sleeping, not even realizing you’ve gone.
Miles released his breath in a long sigh, slowly beginning to stride the aisles once more. It seemed he had been struck by the first hint of what life, separated from everything and everyone he knew, would be like.