ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[Ah. Edward's smiling. And Oswald can't help but stare because he just looks...happy. He looks happy and free and it makes his stomach tie into knots to see it because that's how Edward should look all the time. He shouldn't be burdened by whatever's happened to him in the past; he doesn't deserve that. This is what he deserves--to be able to smile, like that. And it feels a bit like Oswald's heart might explode just from looking at him.] You're welcome. [it's immensely, irrevocably fond, and he's looking at Edward like there's nothing more important in the world than him right now. Because there isn't]

[enigmaster]

[He feels happy and that's... odd, isn't it? When was the last time he felt genuinely happy, without immediately trying to stop the feeling? At least four years ago, by now, surely...] I guess I'm pretty lucky you're the one who got assigned my case, huh? [If things had happened just a little differently, would they be here now? Probably not. So he's... glad.]

[agoodname]

I was going to say I think I'm the lucky one. [:>] I insulted Meroni at just the right moment, seems like~

[enigmaster]

You think so...? [Oswald considering himself lucky is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh???] ...Your assessment of him was very accurate.

[agoodname]

It was, wasn't it? [his smile curls into a smirk] Definitely a bull in a china shop.

[enigmaster]

[Edward laughs softly, at that. It kind of has the sound of someone very out of practice at that.] Very much so. I can't say I cared for him much...

[agoodname]

[aaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHH HE LAUGHED A LITTLE] Most people don't care much for him. He's an idiot. He get by on mostly luck and money.

[enigmaster]

That seems right... I'm glad he didn't end up spending too much time in court, during my case... You timed your entrance very well.

[agoodname]

Thank you. It was absolutely on purpose so that you would think I was cool and not at all accidental.

[enigmaster]

Of course. No luck involved whatsoever. [Edward scoots... slightly closer. Not... Not quite touching Oswald, but nearly.] It definitely worked.

[agoodname]

I'm glad to hear that all my careful planning came to fruition. I worked quite hard on it. [lskdfhslhfs trying not to kind of freak out that Edward just scooted closer BREATHE OSWALD]

[enigmaster]

I'm sure. [Oswald...... ur cute] You are making somewhat of a habit of saving me, you know.

[agoodname]

[no UR cute] It's a perfectly reasonable habit to have.

[enigmaster]

[NO U] Pretty sure you're the only one who thinks that.

[agoodname]

Well. I can't imagine anyone else whose opinion on this matters, quite frankly.

[enigmaster]

...You really don't care, do you? [it's just odd not bad, but odd]

[agoodname]

About their opinion?

Absolutely not. Why should I?

[enigmaster]

I don't know. Most people care about what others think.

[agoodname]

[he shrugs a shoulder] Only as long as it suits my needs.

Theirs clearly doesn't, so why should I bother with it or them?

[enigmaster]

Mm... That makes sense. [Edward carefully, hesitantly, starts reaching out, like he's thinking about taking Oswald's hand, but he. Stops himself. Loses his nerve. He swallows and glances away.] I used to care about what people thought, but that got... exhausting, eventually.

[agoodname]

[Oswald blinks as Edward starts to reach out--but then retreats. And he scoots closer to Edward, then, so their shoulders are almost touching] An opinion from the right person could open doors or win a favor, but unless it has a use, they're hardly important, despite how freely people give them out. Those ones are hardly worth the time anyone puts into them, and a waste of energy.

[enigmaster]

[Edward's breath almost stops for a moment, as Oswald scoots closer.] It seems very important, when you're trying to make people like you. But I never figured out how to do that, so I just gave up on caring about it. Eventually.

[agoodname]

There's....an art to it. So I don't blame you for giving up on it. It's convoluted and annoying, really.

[enigmaster]

I kind of started with a disadvantage already. Trying always just... seemed to make it worse? [And god, he really tried, sometimes. All it had done was make him exhausted.] ...I'm not really sure how I managed it with you. [It. Doesn't feel like he really did anything at all.]

[agoodname]

It's your natural charm, I think. [the corner of his mouth quirks a bit] And...once we got past that first bit, I think we get along quite well.