IC MAILBOX | holly heights

[prosecutory]

[Date: ????? Time: ?????
1438, Holly Heights
spouse | son | child
current regain inventory: prosecutor's badge, Pess the dog, King of Prosecutors trophy, framed lucky trial jacket]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth; I cannot take your call at the moment but please leave your message and I will respond as soon as possible. Thank you.

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[prosecutory]

[Uh-oh. Edgeworth blinks a few times, a macaroon stopping halfway to his mouth. He was about to put it down and get a napkin when Quistis mentioned his phrasing. So wait, it wasn't something on his face, or worse - in his teeth?]

My...phrasing?

[nagyka]

[ She waves her hand dismissively, head still slightly ducked as she forces her smile (and laughter) down. ]

Oh, no! It's... it's not a bad thing. It's very charming I very much like how passionate you are about your work. [ It was so cute that he used that sort of phrasing about something so... unrelated to his occupation. ]

[prosecutory]

[He still looks at her as if he had done something utterly humiliating and she had noticed and laughed. Like the chicken dance.]

I...I see...t-thank you...

[Was that...supposed to be a complement? It probably was. Excuse him while he reaches for his teacup instead before starting on the macaroon.]

[nagyka]

[ She really did think it was cute. Quistis frowns and scoots her chair a little closer and unlike herself, she leans slightly over the table toward him. ]

I am sorry. I did not mean to put you on the spot like that. I have an unfortunate habit of teasing the people I like. [ Because she doesn't know how to talk like a normal person, whoops? ]

[prosecutory]

[He watches her lean toward him, thinking she had something important to say or confide to him. And Edgeworth...he never saw Quistis as the teasing type. There were one or two things she had thrown at him but...they sailed over his head.]

You...do? Why?

[He's not horrified or offended, just...surprised.]

[nagyka]

Coping mechanism? I don't know. It is... I suppose how I relate. Admittedly, I have an odd sense of humor. [ Which the teasing appears to factor into, not really intentionally. It just happens. ]

[prosecutory]

I-I've met people with much odder senses of humor, to be sure.

[He honestly can't see her with an odd sense of humor. Even in his lovesick state.]

[nagyka]

That sounds incredibly unfortunate.

[ She knows she's something of a pain as it is, so anyone worse than her? That must be painful. ]

[prosecutory]

It is. Some of them even have a chronic inability to restrain themselves from laughing.

[He sounds so very serious when he says it before continuing to eat. And yes, he eats like a very refined gentleman.]

[nagyka]

I know a few of those, as well.

[ She has to wonder, though... He looks awfully cute when he grumps. She keeps that to herself, of course. ]

[prosecutory]

[How dare those people not take Miss Trepe seriously!!! His eyes narrow for a split second before he continues to grump.]

And I'm sure you know how infuriating they can be. You certainly deserve better company.

[nagyka]

[ She thinks he's reminiscing. Understandable, though. People can be... well. There's nothing quite like them. ]

And you, as well. I suppose we can settle for one another, for now?

[prosecutory]

Indeed we can.

[He nods, calming down and smiling again.]