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[jurisprudence]

You share something in common with the other two points.

I'm preventing you from becoming the trend.

[teaserving]

ok
what did i have in common with them?

[jurisprudence]

[ ...! ]

Ah. You're all Italian.

[CONGRATULATIONS, NICCOLÒ WRIGHTIAVELLI.]

[teaserving]

[wtf]

?? ok?
i hate to break it to you a lot of people are italian
you gonna just avoid everyone now?

1/2

[jurisprudence]

Why not? Perhaps it'd be for the best.

[...]

[jurisprudence]

[Ugh. Okay. Okay, let him just...let's just.]

Apologies. I'm behaving foolishly. And irrationally.

[.........]

I don't know why I'm apologizing for that. Why is it something I have to apologize for? People behave foolishly. No human being is expected to be perfectly rational at all times.

[......]

Except me, apparently. I have to be.

[.........]

I'm sorry. I'm...upset. I think.

[teaserving]

ok
listen
you're within your right to be upset
just dont tell me to leave you alone because of it
ive been down that line of thinking

you want a drink or something?

[jurisprudence]

Yes.

I wish I could blame this sudden burst of candor on prior carelessness with alcohol but unfortunately I'm bone dry at the moment.

[teaserving]

you dont need alcohol to make decisions you wouldn't normally but it's always a good excuse if you did
anyway
i got a bottle of wine if you're feeling up for it

[jurisprudence]

Ah. Um.

To be clear, you're inviting me over. To your residence?

[teaserving]

either that or i can swing over
i dont really care if your place is a mess because of your crap roommate

[jurisprudence]

I've tidied up somewhat since. Somewhat.

Would it be too much of an imposition to have you come to me? If it is, feel free to say so, but that's what I'd prefer, if it's all the same to you.

[teaserving]

I dont really have any strong feelings about it so I'll come over with some decent wine
Just send me your address

[jurisprudence]

Certainly. It's on the north side of town; I'll forward address and directions.

[BEEP BEEP BOOP]

[teaserving]

all right on my way

[Maybe it's going out of his way for someone he hardly knows, but he's made a pretty quick assessment on Edgeworth. Overall, he does like him plenty and he does know the irrational feeling of I'm a cursed man, stay away from me. Hell, he's been there, will probably be there again one day.

As he gets closer to the address, he feels like it's suspiciously familiar. By the time he arrives in front of the door, Abbacchio feels sweat on his brow despite the cold outside.

Edgeworth's roommate ruined his apartment. Edgeworth's roommate. Yeah, that's... not exactly the truth, but it's not like he owes Edgeworth the truth right? Caesar was a dick anyway and it was his fault, not Abbacchio's.

Yeah. Sure. Anyway.

Abbacchio clears his throat and knocks on the door.]

[jurisprudence]

[It's almost comical how, even for his own definition of haggard and unfit for public consumption, Edgeworth still manages to be actually respectably presentable. Sure, he's wearing sweatpants, but they're black and fitted so at a glance you might not even notice at first, and he's found himself a soft cashmere sweater in a light gray hue with a turtleneck to make up for his missing cravat. Even his hair manages to look fine, being more rakishly disheveled than actually messy.

How does he do it? Maybe it's Maybelline.

That is, the one flaw in him, for the record — the dark circles under his eyes that for once aren't covered up because he's showered and washed his face recently, and didn't see much point in putting it back on.

Tired, a little vulnerable, and cozy: that's the Miles Edgeworth that cracks the door and peers around it, already half-knowing what he'll find.]

Hello. Thank you for coming — please, come inside.

[He pulls the door open, and while it's true things have been straightened up...yeah, it's apparent that someone did a number on this place. WHO COULD THAT HAVE BEEN.]

The seating is fine, at least. Needn't worry about that. Oh — but I do have a dog. You're not allergic, are you?

[teaserving]

[HMMM yeah it looks better in here. Oops. He'll... try to make it up to Edgeworth somehow in a way that, hopefully, he won't realize. ...No, he'll absolutely become suspicious because Edgeworth is clever, but that's for future!Abbacchio to deal with.

So, he shrugs casually, and goes in.]

Nah, I like dogs. You're fine. [The one thing he did not fuck up: anything related to the dog because dogs don't have a choice where they live.]

You eat yet?

[jurisprudence]

She's friendly, but she's a longhair breed, so there's always the chance of some shedding. I have a roller, however, if she...

[...a man has come over to drink wine and spend time with him in his apartment in the evening and he's talking about lint rollers. fuck. fuck.]

...Well. There's.

[...]

I made puttanesca. Badly, I think.

[teaserving]

It's fine. [Abbacchio smiles crookedly.] Dogs shed, you can't do anything about that.

[please for the love of god let him touch your dog]

Well, if you're hungry, I promise I can make us something edible.

[jurisprudence]

The, ah. Roommate felt the same way. I'm not much of a hand in the kitchen, but he showed me how to — made me, really — work up a few things. Mostly I think he was just perpetually disgusted with the state of my pantry.

[He pauses a minute, then flashes a wry smile of his own.]

As I said. Italian.

[teaserving]

Classic Italian.

[Too bad he was an ASSHOLE. Not that Abbacchio is that much less of one, but still--

Anyway.]

Look. I'm gonna assume control of your kitchen and put something together. Have some wine and we can-- I don't know. We can just talk.

[jurisprudence]

...That sounds nice, actually. I'll find some glasses and —

[AND WAIT BECAUSE AT PRECISELY THAT MOMENT IN THROUGH THE DOOR PADS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD.

She pauses only for the barest moment, like she wasn't expecting a stranger to be in her house alongside her owner, but then quickly shrugs it off and trots over to sit primly in front of Abbacchio and hold up a paw for a shake.

The little show-off.]

Ah, there she is. Hello, Pess, good girl.

[teaserving]

Ha! Look at who's so well trained.

[Abbacchio doesn't even hesitate. Kneeling down, he takes her paw for a shake.]

What a pretty girl. Look at you. I bet you're spoiled rotten, huh?

[jurisprudence]

Unfortunately, yes. Though she's too prim to beg for scraps, thankfully; she knows she'll always get her treat if she's patient enough.

[Agreeably, Pess lets her paw be held and bobbed up and down, licking her snout in a look of unmistakable approval while Edgeworth reaches down and absently scratches behind her ears.]

If she gets underfoot, just ask her to move. She's curious, but she'll behave.

[teaserving]

I've learned to walk around wrestling, screaming teenagers. A dog's not gonna be a problem. I guarantee she's better trained than them anyway.

[It's very clear in Abbacchio's face that he is already completely charmed by her. He holds up his hand to let her sniff before he goes to tend to the kitchen. He is, however, kind enough to pop open his bottle of wine for Edgeworth get into.]

And hey, at least you have reasonable company still. Pess will take care of you.