[open RP meme] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post, Dreamwidth edition

[truthsnomiracle]

[Chances are, when you enter room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office, you'll find High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth hard at work. He learned the hard way not to be too quick to throw people out when they interrupt him, so as annoyed as he probably will be once he notices your presence, you'll more likely than not get a sufficient chance to justify yourself. Usually.]

[To help clarify the purpose of this post, this is someplace anyone can come tag me if they want -- just start a thread and specify Canonworth, TVKworth, or any other preference! Canons, AUs, OCs, and canon OCs welcome, both AA and non-AA!]

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Heh, sorry for getting stuck on said thread...

[truthsnomiracle]

[And is. On top of one of his suits being ruined, the organizer with his notes on this case getting soaked, and a suspect having made off with the map, he had indeed caught a cold from the incident. At least the shock of it all had died down by now...

Despite that, though, the prosecutor makes his way to the door and peers through the glass peephole... but doesn't open the door.]

It would be best to leave any relevant materials here and depart. I don't want you to fall ill as well.

[Edgeworth rubs his throat. Speaking up like that in his condition was painful; he definitely wasn't going to be appearing in court soon.]

Nah, it's fine, we have this one anyway.

[yatagarasu]

[She shakes her head. No one would ever guess that she had nearly drowned yesterday.]

Aw, c'mon, I came here to visit, not leave a bunch of stuff at your door. I'll be fine!

[truthsnomiracle]

I highly -- ACHOO! -- doubt that, Kay.

[yatagarasu]

But the doctor who looked at me said I was okay! If you're looking for evidence, there you have it!

And, I drank two glasses of orange juice this morning.

[truthsnomiracle]

While that may improve your chances, it's far from a guarantee of immunity this. ACHOO!

[yatagarasu]

Aw, c'mon, don't you want a visitor? You must be bored out of your mind in there!

[truthsnomiracle]

Hardly. I'm doing work as best I can under these conditions, though I'm taking care not to overextend myself in the process.

[...Plus there are those Steel Samurai episodes he's been watching when he thinks he's worked too hard and needs rest, but let's not go there.]

[yatagarasu]

Good. [She nods. And Kay has something even better than Steel Samurai episodes in that paper bag of hers.]

Now lemme in! Please? Or else I'll let myself in!

[truthsnomiracle]

Rrrngh... (Naturally, she can and she would.) It isn't in your best interests.

[yatagarasu]

Yes, it is! I can help you out with your work, maybe make you soup...you can't stagger around doing everything!

[Well, so much for just being a visitor.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Since her points were about her view of his best interests, not what her best interests were, there's only one thing to say...]

OBJE-- *cough*

[Aaand that was a red-text shout proving to be too much and causing him to collapse into a fit of coughing and hacking at the other side of the still-closed door.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay makes a face at that fit of coughing. Not only because it sounds horrible, but it was...well, sort of because of her that he was like this today.]

See? C'mon, open up...I also bought you a new organizer.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth eventually catches his breath, tries to protest... and finds he can't force himself to speak above a whisper anymore. Irritably, he opens the door.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay greets him with a small smile as she steps inside with her load.]

You know, I wasn't kidding about the soup.

[With the files under one arm, she brings out a brand new organizer from the paper bag, almost the same color as the one that had been ruined, still wrapped in plastic.]

Or the organizer.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth responds quietly and hoarsely:]

Not did I doubt those claims. ...Thank you.

[yatagarasu]

You're welcome. [Her smile gets wider.] But I couldn't raise enough money to replace that suit...and your phone.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth takes the organizer, though doesn't unwrap it.]

Of course not; minors typically can't freely access hundreds of dollars.

[yatagarasu]

Still, when I came to see Gummy after the police asked me about what happened, he said you deserve a big reward for saving my life.

[truthsnomiracle]

I suppose he would. (Certainly that would result in a far more positive salary evaluation for him.)

[yatagarasu]

You could always tell whoever will be giving you the reward that you'd rather have a new suit and a new cellphone instead of money.

[truthsnomiracle]

If I were to receive money for my efforts, I could use it for those purchases. ACHOO!

[And now going to fetch a box of tissues, because he's going through way too much mucus for handkerchiefs.]

[yatagarasu]

[Wow. Kay can't remember the last time she saw him like this.

Maybe because this might be her first time seeing him in absolutely no condition to do any prosecutor work.]

...maybe I should start making some tea. And the soup.

[Kay knows how to make tea? Whoa, whoa, wait a sec...]

[truthsnomiracle]

[After several seconds of blowing his nose and throwing the tissues used in the wastebasket:]

Do you even know the finer points of tea-brewing?

[Anyone could just throw tea leaves and hot water together, after all.]

[yatagarasu]

Finer points? Well, teabags are pretty straightforward, but if we're doing it with leaves...

...

[That's not a very good sign.]

[truthsnomiracle]

*cough, cough* Perhaps I should brew my own tea while you concentrate on the soup. *sniff*