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[RL] It was only a matter of time

Who: Edgeworth, the Corinthian (II)
What: A celebration is interrupted by an old favorite virus.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment
When: Mid-evening
Warnings: None

Sieghard was waiting by the door long before the jangling of keys preceded their entrance into the apartment. Edgeworth greeted the dog with a few gentle pats, leading him out of the doorway to allow their guest room to enter.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, for once mindful of his duties as host. "There should still be a few beers left from the last time you were here."

Sieghard moved on to the Corinthian, planting himself at the nightmare's side and sniffing curiously at his hand before greeting him with a lick.

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"Beer would be great, yeah," the Corinthian replied with a small grin, removing his jacket as he stepped through the door. He would have followed after the prosecutor to grab the drinks himself if he hadn't been stopped short by the dog, but in a rare display of playfulness he even crouched down and roughly scratched the dog's neck.

"If this is what happens for something as simple as going on a trip," he called over his shoulder, "I can't wait to see where we go when I do something that's actually important."

Sigi drank up the attention, plopping himself down in front of the Corinthian with a wide, canine grin. Edgeworth's lips quirked up at the tableau he was being treated to. Not at all eager for the slip to be seen, he quickly turned and started toward the kitchen.

"You gave me the impression that this trip was important." He raised his voice as he disappeared into the kitchen, loud enough to still be heard. "Besides, this is hardly a great inconvenience."

"I have no idea where you got that impression from." He sat with the mutt for a few seconds more, eventually stood again with a pat to Sigi's head and murmured bit of praise before he finally wandered over to the kitchen himself.

And proceeded to wait patiently in the doorway; as many times as he'd visited he still was unsure of the boundaries Edgeworth no doubt had laid out for guests, and it was better to stay on the safe side. "Thanks, though. You didn't have to do that."

"No, I didn't," he said with a casual shrug, then approached his companion, holding out the open bottle to him. "Now, what cinematic treasures were you planning to regale me with this time? Nothing too gratuitous, I hope."

The bottle was gratefully accepted, about a quarter of it downed in only a few seconds before he replied. "Not too gratuitous, no, but I'll warn you ahead of time for the one part you might want to leave the room for. You ever seen Seven?"

"Corinthian, no film is going to drive me from the room," Edgeworth said, with mock indignation. He moved around his companion and maneuvered past Sigi to the liquor cabinet, where he proceeded to open a bottle of wine. He'd only had one glass at dinner, and clearly the occasion called for more.

"Seven... Pitt and Freeman, wasn't it? I'm afraid that one was before my time. I always intended to watch it when I started catching up on titles I'd missed, but I never got around to it."

"I just thought I'd give you a heads up." It was obvious he wasn't trying too hard to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.

"And that's the one, yes." There was a small pause as he shifted the jacket still hanging from his arm, and pulled a blank CD case from the pocket to hand over. "It's a good movie. I think you'd actually like it."

"For your sake, I hope I do." Suppressing a smirk, Edgeworth accepted the case and took a few moments to study the disc inside. Then, after placing one of his pewter stoppers in the mouth of the wine bottle, he collected his glass and the case and moved around the couch to set the movie up.

"You still doubt me? Even after the last few?" Whether or not the nightmare was truly offended, he certainly sounded it. Though he wasted no time in walking over the couch himself and making himself comfortable. "That hurts."

The tone gave him pause, but he continued in the vein of their usual banter.

"The last few may have been acceptable, but you must admit you had a great deal to make up for." He tossed his companion a smirk as he set down his glass and settled himself on the other side of the couch. Sigi joined them, slipping between the couch and ottoman and taking up his customary place across Edgeworth's feet.

"Most normal people find slasher films more humorous than anything," he pointed out, though it was a battle he knew had been fought and miserably lost before. "It's not my fault I was mistaken a few times."

Another long drink was taken, and he made a note to grab a least a couple extra bottles when he went for a refill later. He gave Edgeworth a curious look. "Do you already know what this is about?"

"It's not your fault you were mistaken the first time," he helpfully corrected. "After that you should have had a better idea of what I do and don't appreciate in films."

He retrieved the universal remote and turned the TV on. The last time he'd used it he'd been watching a rented documentary, so the player's welcome screen was still on.

"I have a vague idea. It involves detectives tracking a serial killer?"

As much as he wanted to try and defend himself the Corinthian wisely managed to keep his mouth shut, even if he did mumble a few things around his bottle before he settled back.

"That kills by the seven sins. The writers got creative with a couple, I'll give them that."

If Edgeworth noticed the mumbling, he gave no sign. He cocked an eyebrow at the Corinthian, a touch of approval entering his tone.

"It sounds like it has potential, provided they were careful to back the gimmick up with some substance. You genuinely think I'll enjoy it?"

"I do." He didn't even miss a beat. Confidence was always good, even if it had been rather hit and miss in the past. "And if you don't, I'm sure you'll come up with something equally terrible for me to watch the next time."

Months ago, the Corinthian's automatic assumption that there would be a next time would have put Edgeworth on edge. Now, it only earned him an extremely satisfied smirk. "You think I haven't already done so?"

Well, that didn't sound foreboding at all. But he returned the smirk, looking awful pleased with himself. "Start up the movie. Then you can decide if I really deserve that kind of punishment."

"Of course," he replied, the smirk remaining as he gave the Corinthian a mock bow. "A verdict can't possibly be reached without reviewing the evidence."

And he did as he was bid, starting the movie and adjusting the volume before setting the remote on the ottoman. He retrieved his drink then settled back against the plush couch cushions, slowly swirling his wine around the bowl of the glass.

The Corinthian only scoffed quietly and shook his head, the amusement never leaving his face.

But his smirk did fall, just slightly, softening into the ghost of a genuine smile as he set the mostly empty beer aside and got comfortable himself. He really did wish they were able to do this more often....

For a while, they watched the movie in companionable silence. Early on, it began to look as though the Corinthian's judgment had served him well in this instance. Edgeworth was drawn in, impressed with the grittiness of the film's reality and the director's capability at building suspense. There was a touch of reluctance in his eyes when he eventually had to interrupt the experience.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, as he paused the film at a convenient spot then pushed himself up from the couch. Sigi shot off his feet and slid between the ottoman and the Corinthian's knees, stopping briefly to give the nightmare a friendly sniff.

A small "Hm?" was the intelligent response, the Corinthian glancing up in confusion and maybe the barest hint of disappointment before he also sat up, took the opportunity to stretch for a moment.

"Ah, another beer, if there is any. Otherwise I'm good." And Sigi got a few absent scratches in return as the dog followed his owner, the nightmare watching after them both. "So what are your thoughts so far?"

Edgeworth glanced back at him from the liquor cabinet then went back to refilling his glass.

"So far I think the build-up of suspense is very competently handled and the writer may benefit from a psychiatric evaluation," he said, his smirk clear in his tone. "But I'm reserving judgment until we reach the end."

He brought his glass back over to the side table, pausing once again to ask, "You're sure you don't want anything to eat while I'm up?"

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"I don't know, that sounds like good news for me so far." He probably didn't mean to sound mildly triumphant. He also didn't seem too bothered to hide it.

After he finally finished off what was left of his original bottle he shrugged, distracted, replying without thinking. "And thanks, but I'm fairly sure you don't stock what I want."

"Which is?" His initial assumption was that his companion wanted some sort of deep fried, processed junk food, and the question was out before he even considered what the true answer might be.

"You know, eye--"

And he caught himself right there, his mind catching up to the conversation and cutting it off as quickly as it could, though not before sitting up in a slight panic. Where the hell had that come from?

"....as I said, I don't need anything."

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