boxolawyers | [RL: A chance encounter...]

Who: Edgeworth, Mia
What: DDD-inspired. During a virus, the community decides to bring Mia back for a few days--and drops her in Edgeworth's apartment
Where: Los Angeles, CA - Edgeworth's apartment
When: A good while after Phoenix and Edgeworth got together in DDD.
Warnings: None that I can think of! The silliness of the situation?

If Mia hadn't looked in on her friends and family from time to time, she might have been alarmed by her current surroundings: the kitchen of a gaudy apartment that she'd never seen in her life, being watched like a hawk by a dog she'd never met. The fact was, however, that she had been checking in on her friends, and she had seen enough to know that this was Edgeworth's apartment, that the dog giving her the stink eye belonged to him, and that her reason for being here now was likely due to the strange "community" that occupied most of Phoenix's time these days.

From behind a cup of freshly steeped tea, she smiled at Sigi. Phoenix. Maya... It had been a while. Too long, in fact.

She sat, waiting.

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Sigi was not fooled by the gesture. Oh no. He continued to watch the strange woman like an extremely large hawk until the familiar sound of his master's keys rang out down the hall, clearly audible to the dog if not to the woman. Sigi was out of the kitchen like a shot to greet Edgeworth at the door.

"Braver hund!" Edgeworth ruffled the dog's mane on his way through the foyer. He began to move on into the living room, completely oblivious to their unexpected company, but the dog dancing excitedly from him to the kitchen and back arrested Edgeworth's attention.

"What are you on abou—"

The keys jangled loudly as they plummeted to the floor. Edgeworth gaped at the kitchen's lone occupant.

Mia lowered her cup and did nothing to hide her amusement at the man's surprise.

"Hello, Edgeworth," she greeted. She remained seated at the island, giving no indication that she had any intention of leaving. "I hope you don't mind, but I made some tea. There's enough for another cup."

Edgeworth recovered quickly. This wasn't the first completely unexpected visitor to find their way into his apartment, though it was the first who was supposed to be deceased. (Rather, the first that was clearly flesh and blood.) He looked her over, blanched a bit at her state of dress. He'd have to wash those later…very, very thoroughly.

A tight, uncomfortable smirk touched Edgeworth's lips and he gave a slight bow. "Mia Fey. To what do I owe the honor?"

Mia folded her arms over her chest, more for Edgeworth's sake than her own, though her cheeks did color slightly.

"To your 'community', I would guess," she said, smile never waning. She leaned back a bit, causing the man's dress shirt she wore to slide down slightly in the front; as she fixed it, she added, "I hope you don't mind this, either. I wasn't left with many options."

Edgeworth pointedly turned his attention away from her, making a beeline for the tea kettle while the woman adjusted herself.

"Mind or not, it's a bit late to do anything about it." He glanced up briefly from the tea he was making. She was still there, still alive, and still smiling that vexatious smile of hers. This situation was wrong on so many levels. "Have you spoken to Wright?"

She shook her head as she watched him tinker with the tea kettle and blatantly avoid eye contact. Oh, Edgeworth...

"Not yet. You don't seem to have a landline here, and I'm certainly not going out like this." She looked down at herself; aside from the men's dress shirt, she had on a pair of red and white and very un-Edgeworth-like polka-dotted boxers. She glanced up at him from the corner of her eye, deliberately hiding her knowing smile. "Are these his, by the way?"

"Whose?" His head shot up, his eyes meeting hers guiltily. Immediately he realized that was precisely the wrong reaction, but the damage had already been done. Heat suffused his face as he turned back to his task.

"Never mind. I don't care to know what you think you know about my personal life." She couldn't actually know. The girls still had no idea, and he felt fairly certain Wright wouldn't have told anyone until he had explicit permission. The ins and outs of their relationship were too...delicate at this point. They were still testing boundaries.

Her eyebrows knitted together at that, but the expression was quickly replaced by another smile, this one more sympathetic. She certainly didn't intend to upset him.

"Sorry," she said, tearing her gaze away. "I'm not oblivious to how awkward this is. Of all the places it could have sent me..." A soft, ironic chuckle escaped her as her eyes traveled the unfamiliar kitchen, stopping at the cup of tea before her. "I won't be sticking around long, though, I promise. I'm sure this is only a brief visit, and I'd really like to see Maya and Phoenix before I go..."

"The community seems to prefer whatever actions will cause the most trouble for its playthings," Edgeworth muttered.

Predictably, he was quick to encourage her new train of thought. "Please, don't let me keep you," he said coolly, turning around to lean against the counter with a delicate teacup in one hand. "You can use my cell," he says, slipping the phone from his pocket. "...Though it might be best if I speak to him first. It will be enough of a shock for him to hear about this without hearing it from someone who's dead."

"Always with the clever thinking," Mia playfully quipped. She brushed an errant strand of hair from her face and lifted her cup to her lips, blowing. "He might not be as shocked as you think, though," she added before taking a sip. "He did often call on me for help, after all. I just happen to have my own body, this time."

Instead of that of her sister or nine year-old cousin, she mentally added. ...Ten, eleven year-old cousin? God, how old was Pearl now?

Her tone nettled him. Perhaps it was a residual reaction, remembered from their days in court. Perhaps it was the lingering effect of her unexpected arrival. He would never admit to being oversensitive, but whatever the cause, he felt mocked.

"It may not have quite the same impact as the first time," he said sourly. "Still, there's a sizable difference between speaking with the dead and the living. I would rather give him that buffer."

"By all means," she said, gesturing for him to make the call. She was trying hard not to be amused at his surliness, she really was, but it was proving difficult. Maybe it was that she knew more than he was aware, or maybe it was that most of her recent memories of him involved watching him flounder in court at the hands of her protege.

Whatever the reason, she just couldn't take his ire seriously. Perhaps being dead for so long did that to a person.

[RL: A chance encounter...]

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Maybe for some reason, Phoenix and Maya aren't available? :|a