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teaserving) wrote2020-12-11 08:54 am
teaserving) wrote2020-12-11 08:54 am
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You shouldn't come near me. I appear to be cursed.
(I'm saying that facetiously, of course. Curses obviously don't exist.)
(I'm saying that facetiously, of course. Curses obviously don't exist.)
Fine, then I'm also speaking figuratively. I appear to be "cursed".
My roommate destroyed my apartment and vanished.
I sought refuge at a colleague's house for the interim.
Said colleague has now vanished.
Two points may only make a coincidence, but they still present a common denominator.
My roommate destroyed my apartment and vanished.
I sought refuge at a colleague's house for the interim.
Said colleague has now vanished.
Two points may only make a coincidence, but they still present a common denominator.
You share something in common with the other two points.
I'm preventing you from becoming the trend.
I'm preventing you from becoming the trend.
[ ...! ]
Ah. You're all Italian.
[CONGRATULATIONS, NICCOLÒ WRIGHTIAVELLI.]
Ah. You're all Italian.
[CONGRATULATIONS, NICCOLÒ WRIGHTIAVELLI.]
[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.
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.
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.
I wish I could blame this sudden burst of candor on prior carelessness with alcohol but unfortunately I'm bone dry at the moment.
Ah. Um.
To be clear, you're inviting me over. To your residence?
To be clear, you're inviting me over. To your residence?
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.
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.
Certainly. It's on the north side of town; I'll forward address and directions.
[BEEP BEEP BOOP]
[BEEP BEEP BOOP]
[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?
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?
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.
[...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.
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.
[He pauses a minute, then flashes a wry smile of his own.]
As I said. Italian.
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