ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Kind of. Since around... 3 AM, I guess? [He shrugs.] ...The person I was helping wasn't really the best communicator, so it took a while.

[agoodname]

Three--three am?! [what the hell even?!?!?!?] They couldn't wait until morning?

[enigmaster]

...She wasn't really one for reasoning either. I'm not really sure how aware she was of time? [He shrugs again.] She was going to keep me up one way or another, so I figured I might as well just do what she wanted.

[agoodname]

[._.]

Right. Well. You certainly need the sleep, then--come on--[and he's turning to leave because wtf]

[enigmaster]

[Edward follows, of course. He's... still a little surprised by all of this.] I'm fine, really. I did get a few more minutes just now...

[agoodname]

Edward, don't take this too harshly, but you look like you should sleep for a week at least. [D R Y--and clambering out of there, around the wreckage--before flagging down a taxi]

[enigmaster]

I think that's just kind of how I always look.

[agoodname]

You didn't look like that yesterday when you went to bed.

[still a bit pissy as he climbs into the taxi] Does this happen often?

[enigmaster]

...Pretty often. Yes. ...Sorry. I should've told you.

[agoodname]

It's fine, I was just--[he blows out a breath, glancing out the window, then, quieter:]

...I was just worried.

[enigmaster]

Oh. [Edward looks over at Oswald, frowning. That's. New.] Sorry. I, um... Usually when I've done this, people don't really notice or care that I went off, you know?

[agoodname]

[Oswald just...rubs the head of his cane with his thumb] .....right. [he swallows a bit] Apologies.

[enigmaster]

You don't have to-- I'll just... keep that in mind. Didn't mean to make you worry... [Edward trails off at the end, there. He might be zoning out a little.]

[agoodname]

It's alright. [he glances over at him, frowning--yes, he definitely needs to get to bed]

We'll be home soon.

[enigmaster]

Mhm... [And. Yeah. Edward's very much starting to drift off again, oops. He's just. He's very tired.]

[agoodname]

[fortunately it doesn't take too long to get back to the apartment due to the taxi--and he's practically herding Edward out of the taxi and into the building and to the elevator, until they're finally back to the front door, and Oswald's pulling out his key to unlock it]

[enigmaster]

[And for Edward it all just kind of... happens in a blur. It feels like one moment they're in the taxi and the next they're by the door. He blinks a little. Oh.

...Okay, maybe he is kind of tired.]

[agoodname]

[oswald is just going to--herd him towards the bedroom, reminding him to toe his shoes off and pulling back the comforter on the bed and just --yes okay he's running late for work but he'll get there Edward is more important]

[enigmaster]

[Edward's... a little on autopilot right now, so he just kind of does everything Oswald guides him to. And suddenly he's. In the bedroom. Okay. And... Wait, actually, yeah--] ...Aren't you supposed to be at work now...?

[agoodname]

I'll worry about that. You sleep. [YEP THAT TONE IS BROKING NO ARGUMENT--definitely similar to his mother's]

[enigmaster]

Oh... Alright. Sure... [And he kind of just... collapses on the bed a little. He's... too tired to argue the point right now. Getting no damn sleep all night and running all over the city will do that.]

[agoodname]

[yep just gonna tuck him in--before grabbing one of his suits because he super isn't dressed for work and is going to go throw that on in the bathroom and quickly make himself presentable, before rushing off to work]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward is just. Out. He's... gonna sleep for a long ass time. Honestly he might even be asleep by the time Oswald gets back...]

[agoodname]

[that's...understandable. He'll be back later in the evening, just around dinner time, as he stayed a bit later to make up for being late that morning]

[enigmaster]

[And... yep, Edward's. Still out, oops. Might just want to go about your business, Oswald, the boy's very much asleep, if you're checking on him.]