ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Mhm. I was a lot younger then. I didn't quite... understand at the time, that talking about certain ghosts could leave people upset. Nor the significance of why there might be a ghost of someone around my age. [Oops.]

[agoodname]

...ah. And you spoke to said ghost, I take it.

[enigmaster]

Yes. I drew her, too. One of those art therapy things they do with kids... I'm sure that without the proper context it would have seemed, ah... unsettling.

[agoodname]

I take it she was someone important to said therapist.

[enigmaster]

...She was his daughter. So... that didn't go over very well.

[agoodname]

No, I imagine it didn't. [Oswald huffs a bit at that] How were you to know? You were a child yourself, weren't you?

[enigmaster]

I couldn't have, no. I was... maybe around seven years old at the time? I didn't know any better. [Therapy started early.] But it didn't exactly help the impression I gave people about me.

[agoodname]

Yes, well, those people were idiots. So their impression was flawed from the start, I'm afraid. [drawled]

[enigmaster]

...It's fine, really. I think that's kind of... most people's impression of me. ...Definitely everyone's first impression.

[agoodname]

Doesn't make it any less flawed. [he huffs, starting to push to his feet]

[enigmaster]

I don't mind it, really.

[It is what it is.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald arches an eyebrow a bit] ....well, not as though they're worth your time anyway.

[enigmaster]

...I guess. [Yeah, let's just. Go with that.]

[agoodname]

Well--shall we have dinner? I'm famished. [and yep he's gonna move towards the kitchen. Though he's keeping that caseworker in the back of his head--he does NOT feel comfortable with this.]

[enigmaster]

Ah, well- [And Edward's going to follow to the kitchen. Time to get on that and... honestly, Edward's just going to forget about this for now. That's a tomorrow problem. Though it's tomorrow very quickly. It is a work day, though, so. Off to work, huh, Oswald?]

[agoodname]

[Yes. Off to work. He'll hover, though, by the door, a bit uncertainly]

...you'll call, though? If anything goes wrong, I mean. Or doesn't seem right.

[enigmaster]

[Oswald....] Yes. I'm sure it will be fine, though.

[agoodname]

...I hope it will, as well. [he fidgets with his cane] I apologize if I seem overbearing, it's only....[he sucks in a small breath]...your wellbeing is rather important to me.

[enigmaster]

...Oh. [Oh. That's... ...That's something he doesn't even know how to process, right now, but it makes him feel... very warm, inside.] ...It's alright, really. I mean, I don't think there's anything too bad it even could be. But, um... Thank you.

[agoodname]

I hope you're right. [he fidgets with his cane, still, uncertain] However...just call if you need help? For anything. Alright?

[enigmaster]

Alright... Either way, though, I'll see you later. Have a good day.

[agoodname]

...you, too. [he starts to go--but then pauses, a final time on the threshold] Don't forget--this is your home, too, so you're well within your rights to throw her out.

[enigmaster]

Ah... [His home, too, huh... He hadn't really... thought of it that way? All this time, he's mostly just thought of it as Oswald's. Sure, he thinks of it as home, but... Not quite so directly.] ...Alright. I'll keep that in mind.

[agoodname]

Good. [he manages a smile, then] Have a good day, Edward.

[enigmaster]

Mm... You too. [Off you go, Oswald?]