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But you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend--

Jun 12, 2011 22:37

Who: atrumcanis & mentis_reae, bffs
When: Sunday, June 12th, afternoon of
Where: Edgeworth's law lair, a.k.a. his office
Summary: Brotalk! All bros get together to discuss hideous evil corporations and their hideous evil doings, right? Preferably over hot cups of tea? Preferably several days before said hideous evil corporations are taken to task for hideously evil ( Read more... )

sirius black, miles edgeworth

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mentis_reae June 13 2011, 05:45:39 UTC

When Edgeworth sat up, startled awake by that knock on the door, he found that his pen had become stuck to his head.

He hadn't intended to fall asleep. God knew he hadn't. He still had a great deal to do, after all - much work, much on his own lawsuit - testimony to review, photos to look over, a brief to write that he shouldn't have had to write...He'd owed a favor to a coworker, and was repaying it by allowing him sole claim over one of their clerks; while it was well worth it, he was now stuck with even more to do than usual.

And now there was someone at the door. He realized what a mess he looked - his jacket and shoes off, a red line scored deeply into his forehead where he'd fallen asleep face-down upon it...Frantically, he shrugged his jacket back on, struggled to tug his hair back into place, and took a swig of tea, long since gone cold.

Damn it all - All right, if it's...the district attorney, or a judge, then there's no question of meeting them like this. You'll have to send them away. You could pretend not to be here... ( ... )

atrumcanis June 13 2011, 06:37:36 UTC

Something was wrong. That was Sirius' first thought, and it was a slightly frantic one. After all the trouble Edgeworth's office had seen--after all the trouble that Edgeworth himself had seen-- If he'd been Padfoot, all his hackles would be raised--

But no, he realised after a beat of consideration. It wasn't that something was wrong. Edgeworth's voice was a bit wonky, but perhaps he had a cold.

"Er," he started, and then, "Sirius. Sirius Black." As if there's another Sirius here, you nonce.

"I have a load of grotty tea," he added quickly--and lamely. Grotty tea? "I mean to say, I had some at home, and I don't like it, but Jack got it and I don't want to tell him that I don't. So I brought it to you." Another beat of silence. "Can I come in, then?"

mentis_reae June 13 2011, 07:24:35 UTC

Edgeworth relaxed at once. Just Sirius. Good lord, he didn't even have to put his jacket on for Sirius. Indeed, the fellow would probably feel better if he didn't. All of that was not to say, of course, that he didn't want his young friend's respect - indeed, he did, and wanted it dearly - but he knew that fanfare and fancy clothes weren't the way to do it. It wasn't to say that he got along with Sirius without a hint of tension or unease (he was a bit intimidated, at times, by his wit, and wasn't ever altogether certain how to keep up without betraying his need for dignity), but...He could get along without pretense.

And with a head marked by a pen and dry drool in the corner of his mouth, he rather needed a lack of pretense.

"Oh - come in, please; it's unlocked." He cleared his throat and tried to push his hair back into place; as much as a lack of pretense was possible, that hardly meant he wanted to look a mess. But - Sirius. With tea. The sooner he came in, the better.

atrumcanis June 13 2011, 14:23:39 UTC

Of course Edgeworth was surprised at Sirius knocking at the door, Sirius thought as he shouldered the door open. Sirius seldom knocked. That alone would lead him to believe that someone--

What was wrong with Edgeworth's face? Sirius stopped in the door, his eyebrows shooting up despite himself. It was impossible to conceal his surprise. After all, Edgeworth never looked anything but put-together and composed, with a few rare exceptions--most of them while he was at home and unaware. Which sounded creepy, Sirius realised, but wasn't, it was just that it was easier to hang around Edgeworth as a dog, sometimes, but it wasn't creepy--

Right.

"You look like hell," he said, and then winced, adding with a defensive tone, "Well, it's true, you do--what have you been doing? Have you really slept here?" That would account for the scattered expression on Edgeworth's face, and the strange angles of his hair and--what the hell was that on his forehead, had he cut himself on something? No, the mark was already fading, which only made it all the ( ... )

mentis_reae June 13 2011, 16:58:57 UTC

"There would be nothing that would be worse for me." Edgeworth shook his head, pulled a face, and gestured to a chair. He was feeling fuzzy-headed still; indeed, there was a not-quite painful quality to his exhaustion, as though a tight band of weariness had fastened and tightened itself about his eyes. "If you're already weary, then alcohol will only serve to put you to sleep all the more quickly; as I don't want to be asleep, tea is better."

Through his fogginess, though, Edgeworth was beginning to perceive the slight strident edge to Black's manner. Was he indeed put off by Edgeworth's disarray? He considered that possibility a moment. It seemed out of character for Black to care, but then again, he'd hardly ever presented anything less than a composed appearance to him. Maybe, secretly, he did disapprove...

No. I don't think so. In that jail, those months ago - Sirius, at his side, hadn't treated him any differently as a result of how he appeared, the fear he showed. There was something else now, and given what was hanging over ( ... )