ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

Oh. [Now he looks a bit concerned] I hope I didn't wake you...?

[enigmaster]

Oh, no, you didn't. Don't worry.

[agoodname]

That's good. [why does htis all feel like it doesn't quite add up???? But he can hear the sound of his alarm in the next room which means he really does need to get going--and he's pushing to his feet, not really able to entirely hide the wince as his hip-knee-ankle all protest loudly]

[enigmaster]

[Oh, he notices that. Edward sits up some more, frowning.] Are you alright...?

[agoodname]

Just--a little sore. [he's going to just...casually brace himself on the wall nbd] Nothing a hot shower won't fix.

[enigmaster]

... [Yep, sitting up more.] Are you sure? You did kind of get thrown around...

[agoodname]

I just think it's some bruising from that. Once I get hot water on it, it'll loosen up I'm sure.

[enigmaster]

...Alright. Just, um. Be careful? [He worries.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald turns to smile at him, then, something incredibly fond curling at the corners of his mouth] I'll do my best, I promise.

[enigmaster]

Alright, then. [And... he'll just wait for Oswald to keep going, then, before rubbing at his eyes a little. Boy, he's... tired. Absolutely drained, but sleep's just not going to happen. Might as well get up...]

[agoodname]

[the morning is rather uneventful. He's used to Edward sleeping through mornings, mostly, so having him there is good, at least. He'll make breakfast and coffee for the both of them, then.]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, Edward sure is here! But is he necessarily Here? Jury's out on that one. He's awake, but definitely a little... zoned out? ...He's definitely grateful for the coffee and breakfast. Mostly the former, right now. He's... just gonna drink up, hoping it'll make the exhaustion go away a little. It doesn't, it just makes him more aware of it. Drat.]

[agoodname]

[.....yes. Oswald's noticing all this]

...Edward, how much sleep did you get last night, exactly?

1/2

[enigmaster]

... [...] ... [. . . . . .]

2/2

[enigmaster]

[ . . . . . . . . . . . . ] ...Um. Sorry, what? [Wow, yeah, seems he didn't get any of that.]

[agoodname]

[Hey Edward??? What the fuck??]>

I asked you how much sleep you got last night.

[enigmaster]

Oh, uh... [The problem now is that it's a direct question and Edward... doesn't like lying.] Not... very much, I guess...

[agoodname]

[....eyebrow] And...how much is not much exactly? [edward...pls.]

[enigmaster]

Um... I guess if I had to guess the number of hours I got, I'd have to say... ...zero...

[agoodname]

Zero? [it's half-sputtered for a moment, as Oswald sets down his knife and fork] Why didn't you wake me?

[enigmaster]

...What would've been the point of that?

[agoodname]

I--[....but then he halts because, really, what would be the point? What could he do? Oswald swallows] I don't know. I could...I could help, maybe? At least you wouldn't be alone.

[enigmaster]

And then you wouldn't have gotten any sleep either, when you're the one who has work. [Edward, meanwhile, doesn't really... have any real responsibilities, like Oswald does. So.] It's fine, really.

[agoodname]

.....I suppose you're right. [he obviously doesn't like it, though.]

[enigmaster]

And it's not like I was alone, really. You were there, you were just asleep.