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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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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."

Edgeworth didn't need the sentence to be finished, especially with that reaction. He froze, his hand outstretched for the empty bottle and his eyes locked on his companion.

"All right..." he said, once he'd recovered his voice. With one last, questioning look, he turned and disappeared into the kitchen again, and Sigi loped along at his heels.

The Corinthian only nodded absently, either not noticing or actively avoiding the other man's stare, and once he had left he allowed himself to take his shades off, rub his face. He was comfortable around Edgeworth, yes, but things were far from that comfortable. Maybe he was still tired from the trip. A simple slip up.

Whatever it was, the hope for the rest of the evening to remain relaxed was out the window.

Still, Edgeworth made a valiant effort to make sure that wasn't the case. By the time he returned, bottle in hand, he seemed to have composed himself. He handed the beer over without a trace of hesitation, and sat back down with his usual easy grace.

And if his back was a little more stiff than before and his tone a little less casual, at least his genial, "Cheers," was genuine.

The glasses were quickly replaced by the time he returned, but the initial guilty look gave way to surprise as he took the beer. He seemed to consider it for a moment before he smiled, raised it up. "Cheers."

Edgeworth drank deeply, trying to focus on the wine and the film and most importantly, the company. He'd accepted his friend's...unusual nature long ago. The slip up may have been unexpected, but it was hardly a shock or anything the Corinthian should feel ashamed over.

After one more sip, he set his glass down and retrieved the remote again. Before hitting play, he gave his companion one last, searching look. "Are you..."

'...all right?'

"...ready?"

The nightmare nodded in response again, and though he avoided Edgeworth's eyes he did relax somewhat as he took his own drink.

"Ready," he agreed, setting the bottle down and glancing only briefly at the other man with the barest hint of a smirk. "The next one isn't as cruel as Sloth's victim was, but it's a bit bloody."

The smirk was reassuring, and Edgeworth gave his companion one in return.

"Do you have any favorite films that don't involve death or dismemberment?"

"I have plenty of favorite films that have nothing to do with dismemberment," he reassured lightly, the smirk finally coming back full force. "It does get a little old after a while, you know."

"I know only too well. Hence why I feel the need to break up your offerings with the occasional boring drama or independent gem." He emphasized it by pointing at the nightmare, teasing smirk still in place.

He snorted. "I still say you could find slightly more exciting dramas if you looked a little harder."

"I can and I have, actually. It's just that excitement isn't always what I'm looking for in a film." He shook his head. "Besides, you seem to get more than your share of excitement in your daily life. A few hours of boredom could be good for you."

"A few hours of boredom only makes me want to create my own excitement," he pointed out idly, a mock sigh escaping him. "And for some obscure reason, everyone's decided they'd rather avoid that these days."

"Don't take it personally, Corinthian," he said, with a graceful shrug. "We simply get too much excitement from unwelcome sources. It makes it difficult to appreciate excitement when it comes from anywhere else."

He tried hard to look at least a little offended. He did. But somehow that chuckle ended up leaking out anyway. "That sounds like all the more reason to not put me through some of those flicks you come up, aside from them being a cruel and unusual punishment."

That chuckle was extremely gratifying, and Edgeworth's smirk softened in return. With a glint of mischief in his eyes, he said, "Ah, but the benefits far outweigh the negatives. Every man could use a bit more culture in his life, not to mention a few hours of peace now and then."

And it was with that the Corinthian seemed to finally concede defeat, because he nodded, and sat back with a smile. "And I suppose any excuse to visit for a while is a good one, boredom or no."

The statement gave Edgeworth pause. He watched his companion for a moment, his expression settling into something indecipherable, and eventually settled back into the cushions.

"Which begs the question, why visit if you know you have only boredom to look forward to?" There was still amusement in his tone, but a note underneath that leant a subtle weight to the question.

If he had noticed, he certainly gave no indication of it. He only gave a small shrug, reached to pull the beer back over to him before he answered almost flippantly.

"I still get to see you. It's not that hard to suck up a few hours of boredom in that case."

Edgeworth shot him a smirk and lifted the remote, preparing to turn the film back on as soon as they were done.

"Then my company is at least as valuable as a few hours of excitement? That's good to know."

"Probably even a little more valuable, I'd say." He took a drink, but then there was a pause on his end as well, and a small frown crossed his face as if the conversation was just then catching up with him.

After a thoughtful moment he merely shook it off. "But like I said. Any excuse to get out for a little while is a good one."

He was tempted to ask how much more--the answer was guaranteed to be amusing and possibly even a bit flattering--but then the Corinthian moved on and Edgeworth was content to move with him.

"Mm. I suppose if I lived in the Dreaming I'd welcome the occasional dose of reality myself."

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