ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[He chuckles a little bit at that.] Um, it was alright. [Still... staying indoors as much as possible, you know. It leaves him with not a lot to talk about, really.] How was work?

[agoodname]

Aggravating, once again. Records actually managed to straighten out their heinous debacle and found why the files had been mishandled, but we still had to try and finish resorting them today. It took almost all day. Not to mention half the lawyers in the office are useless at sorting files themselves. They only function if you hand them the completed file itself, and that's on a very good day.

[enigmaster]

It's starting to sound like you're one of the few people there that actually knows how to do their job...

[agoodname]

I am. Myself and Fish, anyway. And Harvey, of course. The rest of them are pretty much idiots.

[enigmaster]

Well. At least a handful of people are competent, then.

[agoodname]

[he can't help but smirk a bit at that] Just barely enough to keep the department running, as it were.

[enigmaster]

All the better that you're there, then.

[agoodname]

Really, they should give me an award for all the hard work I'm doing.

[enigmaster]

A medal, maybe?

[agoodname]

At the very least. They should absolutely be giving me a raise.

[enigmaster]

Mhm, honestly. [And Edward will just listen to Oswald complain about work. It's weirdly nice...? And it makes for a good thing to talk about during dinner. Until that's through, anyway...]

[agoodname]

[good thing Edward likes to hear about this, because it's also nice just to be able to vent a bit. But yes, that'll easily take them through dinner and clearing up--not just complaining, though, he'll idly talk about a couple cases in vague terms. He's got one that's murder, and another that's illegal parking.

So.

Bit of mood whiplash with those.

Eventually, though, they'll be able to settle on the couch with the last two glasses of wine from the bottle.]

[enigmaster]

[Edward settles close to Oswald, becoming more and more comfortable with that lately. It's starting to feel just... normal. Which is nice. Edward sips his drink and... is quiet, for a moment. Not sure how to bring up the, ah... the thing from before...]

[agoodname]

[Oswald seems to be well into relaxed, at least. He lets out a bit of a sigh as he settles on the couch, reaching up to finally loosen his cravat and pull it from off his neck, tossing it carelessly on the coffee table.]

Well? What shall our evening activity be?

[enigmaster]

[Mmmmm and Oswald isn't bringing it up. Which makes Edward wonder if he should or not. Maybe this isn't quite long enough after and he should give it a few days. Or maybe Oswald just really doesn't want to talk about it at all or... ...So Edward ends up. Kind of quiet. Lost in thought about this issue.]

[agoodname]

[No answer. Oswald blinks at that, turning his head, looking up at Edward] Edward?

[enigmaster]

[Edward blinks and looks up again.] Huh?

[agoodname]

Everything alright?

[enigmaster]

Oh, um... Yes. I'm fine. [He is...] Sorry, I was just... [He trails off and is quiet for a moment. But...] ...Is... everything alright with you?

[agoodname]

...you mean, aside from my office woes?

[enigmaster]

...Yeah.

Aside from that.

[agoodname]

[Oswald frowns, slightly, looking down into his wine glass]

Is this about dinner?

[enigmaster]

...Yeah.

[agoodname]

[and Oswald goes quiet for a moment, staring down at his wine. Where to even start?] ...I've never lived anywhere without my parents. I never moved out. I always stayed with them, because it was my home. And we're....we were close. And after they died, I...that was the first time I'd ever lived alone. [his chest hurts, stomach twisting into knots, and he's starting to blink perhaps a bit more than he needs to.] And having you here, too, it's...it's wonderful. [his voice sure is getting a little wobbly though] It reminds me, sometimes, of how much I've missed that, since they died. Having someone else around.

[enigmaster]

[Edward's quiet for a bit, as he just listens and then does his best to take it in. This is something that's harder for Edward to understand. Never having had that... trying to imagine losing it... It would just feel inevitable, if he did. But it had been like that, always, for Oswald. Until suddenly it wasn't.] I'm sorry, it... um... It must be difficult. Missing them like that...