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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tired?" [she frowns] "Have you not been sleeping well?"
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You poor dear...is it those cells? They must get awfully drafty. Keeping you in there like that--you'll catch your death! They should have put you up somewhere already."
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Worse places than a holding cell?!" [Gertrude looks almost aghast] "My dear, where have you been living? A holding cell, even, is no place for a young man your age! Especially not for this amount of time."
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[there's an understanding there that dawns, then--and she frowns] "Are you a bit claustrophobic, Edward?"
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do you not tell Oswald this? Or Mr. Dent! He is a famous attorney; he should be able to help you, yes?"
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Edward! It is your health we are talking about! It's very important!"
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gertrude's lips purse at that, and her brow creases into a frown]

"I do not think it is fine, Edward. Is not healthy for growing boy of your age--"

[the door swings open then, though, and Oswald comes back in, moving a little slower than usual so he can carry two cups of coffee, his cane hooked on his arm]

One sugar with a dash of coffee, as requested. [the corner of his mouth quirks as he sets it down in front of Edward. It is, as promised, rather sweet]
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oswald blinks a bit at that, setting down his own coffee cup as he takes a seat]

...no problem. [Which is, of course, the moment that Gertrude reaches out and, screwing up her face hard in concentration, shoves at Oswald's coffee cup.

It doesn't tip over, as it were, but it does wobble enough to splash a bit of coffee over the table and some of the papers. Oswald startles a bit at that, yelping, snatching those papers back]</small. What the--
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
--right. A wobbly table. [he says this, just as he turns a slightly narrow-eyed gaze on Edward] Ah--thank you. I appreciate it.

[.....yep he's going to wait until Harvey's out of the room before turning his attention completely back to Edward] What was that about?!
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Edward, you know precisely what that was about."[://///]

You're the only one I can ask. That cup didn't move on its own and this table is not wobbly. [he's not stupid Edward]
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[....squid]

Why is my mother upset with you?

"He needs to be moved to another cell, Oswald! Or even better, somewhere with a proper bed and plenty of space! He is claustrophobic. It's not healthy for him!"
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because you are obviously not." [she huffs at that, folding her arms]

...okay. What's wrong, exactly?
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[personal profile] agoodname 2019-06-15 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[SQUID]

....look, Edward, I won't deny that my mother can sometimes blow things out of proportion--

"What?!"

--but something's obviously going and I don't want her to spill my coffee again.