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| | I would die sooner to make things more difficult for you. Yes. |
| | [for a moment, Oswald just stares at him--before the corner of his mouth quirks upwards] You really are something else. And not just because of the whole supposed "seeing ghosts" thing. [he smirks, then, eyes narrowing] May I ask what I've done to attain your specific ire? Or are you like this with everyone? |
| | Exactly this, right here, right now. The way you act like I'm just so interesting and fascinating. I dislike being people's entertainment. |
| | Because they want attention, yes. Because they want people to like them, even for just a little bit. I, however, don't enjoy being someone's fun game, where I'm just supposed to be grateful they've decided to spare me any of their attention at all, because clearly I must want it so badly. |
| | [at that, Oswald arches an eyebrow] That is incredibly specific. [he waves a hand at that] Believe me, I'm under no disillusion that you want my attention, or are grateful for it. [he props his cheek on his hand] If I have an interest, it's for my benefit and mine alone. |
| | Whatever your thoughts on the matter, my point still stands that I dislike being anyone's game or curiosity or however you're choosing to look at it. I'd rather people just skip straight to the part where they can't stand being around me. |
| | Fine. [and now he does roll his eyes] I'll stop showing any and all interest in you whatsoever. Strictly business from here on out. Now can we figure out how to stall so you can get a better lawyer and I can gather more evidence to figure out who framed you so you don't walk off to your death and my reputation isn't ruined for a while? |
| | Fine. If it's time you need, that should be simple enough. If my lawyer doesn't appear in court, that should be enough to call for the trial to be postponed, yes? |
Alright. I'll just drive my lawyer away right before the proceedings start back up.
| | Excellent. In that case, I'll put my focus into reviewing the evidence and researching connections to the victim. Do you have any further questions for me, Mr. Nygma? "Oh dear..." [having been silent while watching the proceedings, the man now looks worried, glancing back and forth between the two of them.] "Really, now..." |
| | I'm-- [But he stops. Glancing over at the ghost of the man.] ...What? |
| | [the man glances then at Edward--and fidgets a bit rubbing his hands awkwardly] "This is...well, it's worrisome. That's all. This sort of agreement. I...I suppose it's not surprising necessarily, but, well...as a parent, I can't help but worry..." [he glances at Oswald, that frown creasing his brow. Oswald, for his part, isn't looking at the man, rather at Edward, brow furrowed--before he seems to catch on that Edward's not talking to him and just leans back with a small huff, folding his arms over his chest, glancing over at the wall to wait until Edward's done having whatever conversation he's having] |
| | If there's a problem, I'd prefer it if you just said it outright instead of talking around it. |
"Oh, well...not that I mean to criticize, of course, and i-it's hardly a reflection on you, you understand--" [he's fumbling a bit--and if it weren't for the resemblance in features, it'd be hard to see how he and Oswald are related.]
"--ah. That is...how can you work together if you don't trust each other? It is a rather perilous situation, as it were..."
"--ah. That is...how can you work together if you don't trust each other? It is a rather perilous situation, as it were..."
| | Well, it will just have to work out, because I don't trust anyone. Period. [He's fine with admitting that outright. It's hardly a secret.] |
| | ...It's fine. And it's not anything to be sorry about, either. |
| | Is it? I'm managing just fine. ["Managing". Sure, Edward. He looks back at Oswald, now.] ...Sorry for the interruption. |
In that case, I'll bid you goodnight, Mr. Nygma.
[and he's pushing to his feet, moving to leave. The man reaches out for him, briefly--]
"Oswald--" [but Oswald, who obviously doesn't see him, keeps going. The man sighs.]
"...well. Until next time." [that smile is still sad, before he turns to follow his son out]
[and he's pushing to his feet, moving to leave. The man reaches out for him, briefly--]
"Oswald--" [but Oswald, who obviously doesn't see him, keeps going. The man sighs.]
"...well. Until next time." [that smile is still sad, before he turns to follow his son out]
Edited 2019-06-05 17:18 (UTC)
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