ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[UGH]

Yes, mother, I added enough garlic.

[HE DOESN'T NEED TO HAVE HEARD HIS MOTHER TO KNOW WHAT SHE SAID and Elijah just looks amused]

[enigmaster]

...A common point of contention, I see.

[agoodname]

[Elijah just chuckles at that, as Gertrude starts going into a bit of annoyed grumbling about how he never adds ENOUGH--]

"Yes. Quite. In almost every dish."

[enigmaster]

Ah... [that's kind of cute] ...It's plenty, I promise.

[agoodname]

"Hmph! Well, I'll just have to trust Edward's good taste."

[enigmaster]

[.....sure let's pretend he has that] Mhm. So it's fine. It's... nice.

[agoodname]

See? [so there mother. and he's going to eat his soup.

The rest of the meal passes through some gentle bickering back and forth until Oswald has to work a bit on his next case, after cleaning up the leftovers from dinner. So he'll be settled on the couch again with his case files and a small notebook]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward is just... going to settle next to him on the couch. Not. Too close, obviously, but. Close, still. He's mostly going to pay attention to his phone for now, though.]

[agoodname]

[he's....admittedly a little surprised when Edward sits closer. But he's...he won't say anything about it, of course. If Edward feels comfortable sitting closer to him that's...nice. Friendly.

Fairly quickly, though, he gets swept up in his work, muttering to himself a bit and making notes and shuffling papers]

[enigmaster]

[He'll probably be busy with that for a while when, suddenly... there's a weight against his shoulder. Hey, Oswald, guess what. Someone's leaning against you.]

[agoodname]

[.....what. Oswald just....yeah that's a distraction. And he blinks, almost just...he swallows a bit, turning his head slightly. Did he just...fall asleep accidentally? That couldn't have been on purpose.]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, Edward... kinda dozed off. And immediately decided to use you as a pillow, Oswald, sorry about that. And it's... weird, really. You don't notice how tense Edward looks all the time until he's relaxed and you realize, oh, he's just... on guard all the time.]

[agoodname]

[and honestly it just....feels like everything inside him just melts. There's a warm affection in the pit of his stomach, and he smiles a little, expression soft and something close to adoring. That's...nice. That's really nice. To just....have this for a moment. To savor it. And he turns his head just enough to gently, very carefully, brush his lips against the side of Edward's head--before he swallows, turning his attention back to his work. It's fine, Edward's not awake, and he'll just allow himself that one moment of weakness before he never does that again]

[enigmaster]

[And Edward is perfectly content to just stay like that. He settles, a little, but doesn't move more than that. He seems to be very comfortable... Why would he move?]

[agoodname]

[Oswald sucks in a shaky breath, his heart feeling like it's fluttering in his chest. Ah. This is...bad. It's worse than he thought. Because he is all at once and altogether too certain that he would do anything in the world for Edward Nygma. No matter what. He wants to keep him here, like this, safe and close. He should probably wake him and send him to bed. He doesn't. Oswald swallows, and tries to keep working]

[enigmaster]

[At some point, after a while, Edward ends up sliding down a little. Which was probably inevitable, but probably puts some more weight on Oswald, oops...]

[agoodname]

[alsdkhfs Oswald tilts a bit to the side at that and just--kind of--shifts his arm a bit and frantically grabs at one of the couch pillows to help prop himself up.

Because of course he doesn't want to disturb him asldkfhds HE NEEDS SLEEP????]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, he's gonna keep sliding, buddy and uh. Maybe make sure your work isn't in the way, because at this rate he's ending up in your lap.]

[agoodname]

[asldkfhlsd he's quickly grabbing a couple of the files and yanking them out of the way as Edward just....slides down into his lap. What. HOW??? HOW IS THIS HIS LIFE??? but he can't wake him up alskdhfs he's been out all night he needs the sleep and also he doesn't really want to move him. At all. Oswald swallows a bit and carefully sets the files onto the stack he's rearranged and the pillow he'd pulled over and gets himself resettled. And just. tries to keep working???? "Tries" being the key word. Finally he just kind of....gives up and stares down at him for a moment, expression a strange mixture of unguarded affection but also...uncertainty. He...really doesn't want to chase him off. Or assume anything. But also he really...likes Edward. A lot. And if that just means they're friends, that would be enough! That would be more than enough! But he doesn't want to ruin this. He's scared of ruining this. Oswald closes his eyes for a moment, before he just...breathes out, and gently threads his fingers into Edward's hair, combing through the strands]

[enigmaster]

[At Oswald brushing through Edward's hair, he shifts, slightly. But he's relaxed, still.] Mm... [It's definitely not a displeased noise.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald stills for a moment as Edward makes a small humming noise and Oswald's stomach does a funny little flipflop--and then keeps gently carding his fingers through his hair, swallowing hard. He just....kind of hopes that he keeps sleeping]

[enigmaster]

[And... he does. Edward keeps quietly sleeping. He looks... very peaceful, for once.]

[agoodname]

[....cute. Oswald tucks a wayward curl of hair behind his ear, heart stuttering in his chest. And he gives up trying to focus on his work and instead just...keeps petting fingers through his hair. Until he starts to feel a little sleep himself at which point he just kind of...tips his head back against the back of the couch and keeps doing so until he eventually, slowly dozes off, hand resting gently against the side of Edward's neck]

[enigmaster]

[Edward ends up just sleeping through the night. Exhaustion is... really getting to him and this is the most comfortable and peaceful he's been in. Well. A while. ...And into morning, so Oswald might even wake up first. Edward's been very tired for a very long time.]

[agoodname]

[He does--but that's mostly due to his alarm going off on his phone. And he makes an inquisitive sound, as he lifts his head a bit, groaning at the slight pain in his neck from sleeping like that, blinking blearily. His hand is still resting just behind Edward's ear, fingers curled into his hair]