Muraki was dozing on the couch in his office when he heard the knocking at the hall door, breaking through a daydream involving Tsuzuki, some silk scarves and a Wartenberg wheel. He shifts, opening his eyes, then stretching, he rises and goes to the door, lifting the latch and pulling it open.
"Ahh, Edgeworth-san, what brings you to the door of my laboratory?" he asks. He's clad in a slightly uncharacteristic short-aleeved shirt, open at the neck and uncovering a fair bit of his upper chest. He's thin for his height, but lightly muscled, which gives his form an oddly youthful air, younger than his years.
Unbidden, Miles' eyes lock onto the exposed chest... and what a nice chest it is...
He coughs and clears his throat, trying to clear his mind. "Um... Actually, Muraki-sensei, there's been something on my mind lately..." You. "...that I wanted to discuss with you. May I come in?"
He catches that glance at his chest and while inwardly he's smirking, outwardly he doesn't seem to notice it. "Of course you may," he says, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let him enter. "At the risk of sounding overly professional with a friend, what can I do for you?" he asks with a note of polite amusement at his own expense.
Now that he's inside, Miles' well-constructed plan seems to fall apart. The reality of the situation dawns on him, and he grows nervous that should he expose his thoughts they will only bring rejection and embarrassment.
So he falls into professionalism again, the only thing he knows how to do well. "What you have down here is beautiful," he begins as he waits for Muraki to close the door and join him. "Very clean."
He turns and gazes on the doctor with an interrogative glare, out of habit. "Muraki-sensei - what do you think of me?" he asks impulsively.
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"Ahh, Edgeworth-san, what brings you to the door of my laboratory?" he asks. He's clad in a slightly uncharacteristic short-aleeved shirt, open at the neck and uncovering a fair bit of his upper chest. He's thin for his height, but lightly muscled, which gives his form an oddly youthful air, younger than his years.
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He coughs and clears his throat, trying to clear his mind. "Um... Actually, Muraki-sensei, there's been something on my mind lately..." You. "...that I wanted to discuss with you. May I come in?"
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So he falls into professionalism again, the only thing he knows how to do well. "What you have down here is beautiful," he begins as he waits for Muraki to close the door and join him. "Very clean."
He turns and gazes on the doctor with an interrogative glare, out of habit. "Muraki-sensei - what do you think of me?" he asks impulsively.
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