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WHO: Miles Edgeworth and Obi-Wan Kenobi
WHEN: Monday, 9/28, around 5 PM
WHERE: A bookstore
SUMMARY: "You could have asked."
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever afterwards

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Edgeworth had come off of a particularly trying day in court; while the defense attorneys no longer attempted to bribe the judges in plain view--something for which he simply had to thank Wright later--they continued to freely meddle with evidence. Thanks to a three-hour-long session of circular mindgames over the supposed authenticity of the plaintiff's medical charts, he had been incredibly relieved to hear Judge Ifukube give up and tell them all to just go home and come back Thursday--even if it was horrendously unorthodox and probably against a regulation somewhere or other

so let me guess, he's Lawful Fussy?

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His comm beeped quietly as it received the message; Obi-Wan had to take a moment to fish the device out of his sleeve. It was a pleasant surprise to actually hear from someone ahead of time--the teenagers he seemed to be collecting by the half-dozen were punctual enough, but tended not to give him much warning.

Here and reading. See you then.

Finest example in the sourcebook

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He waited until his comm beeped as well, signalling a reply; glancing at the comm, he hmmed thoughtfully and tossed it back onto the seat before getting in the car and continuing the drive.

Edgeworth's mood improved rapidly as the blocks passed. The idea of being surrounded by the scent of books--it was strange how much he liked that scent, and how few other people even bothered to notice it. The musty paper and acrid ink, the rich cloth and leather bindings on the hardbacks. To him, it meant knowledge. And while the libraries had meant that as well, there were other reasons to meet where he'd intended to.

Yes, bookstores were almost as good.

Parking next to an immaculately kept sedan--he never parked next to a poorly-kept car; careless people drove carelessly--Edgeworth got out, locking the doors with a press of a remote button, and went inside, his presence announced by the faint tinkling of brass bells overhead.

Smoothing out his coat, he looked around for Kenobi, grey eyes narrowed sharply.

Wow, so he gets the full +7 Persnickety bonus then?

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It was odd how easily two very different worlds could intersect in certain places. Obi-Wan, for all that he might stand out in other settings wearing the brown-and-cream clothes of a Jedi Master, looked entirely at home at his table by the window--he seemed entirely absorbed in the slender book he held, his expression thoughtful and calm. He was used to moments of slow waiting, of false starts and reflexive caution, content to let the right moment come to him: the bells over the door could signal anyone's entrance or exit.

Besides, there was only one person whose approach he would have anticipated like a nervous schoolchild, and he had not expected that man's shadow to fall across him in fifteen years.