ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

... [......... wait what] I'm... sorry? [OSWALD WHAT.....]

[agoodname]

I hired a bodyguard to help you. My boss recommended him; she said he's very good.

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the man just. Waves.]

"Hey. How's it goin'."

[enigmaster]

Um. Hello. [........NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT Boy okay. This is a person he doesn't know, so his immediate instinct is to go quiet, put up his walls. Not deal with this as much as possible. Except, well, he obviously has Thoughts about this and he wants to voice those and what do] Isn't that... a little much? [okay good he managed to say that much at least]

[agoodname]

[Oswald's lip sticks out a bit in a pout] How so?

[enigmaster]

[don't you pout at him, mister] Most people don't... really have bodyguards. [that's not a normal everyday thing and also like, how expensive even is this and also he doesn't even know this guy and nope can't voice all of that right now]

[agoodname]

Most people also don't have to put themselves at risk for some ghosts on a regular basis. [eyebrow arch]

[enigmaster]

[Edward goes quiet at that. Glancing over at Butch. And then looking back at Oswald. Well okay we're just straight up saying the G word huh.]

[agoodname]

[we sure are, buddy. we sure are. And this guy doesn't even seem phased.]

"...uh. Hey, listen. Do you want me to go outside while you guys discuss this? You look like you'd be more comfortable with that."

[enigmaster]

...If that's okay. [YEAH HE HAS SOME THINGS HE'D LIKE TO TALK ABOUT]

[agoodname]

"Sure. No problem." [ [and he's just gonna...go outside the apartment lol door shutting behind him] ]

[enigmaster]

[Oh boy. Okay. Well. First things first...] So you told him?

[agoodname]

[Oswald folds his arms over his chest at that, lifting his chin just a little] Not any specifics at first, only that I had a friend who had a job that kept putting them in dangerous situations and that they could use someone to keep them safe. And that their job was very peculiar and specific, and required extensive discretion and an ability to keep their mouth shut. I spent plenty of time interviewing him before I informed him that your work often meant people getting violent. And he asked why. So I told him, because I figured if he's going to be keeping you safe, he should know what from and why, and that would enable him to do his job better.

[enigmaster]

And so you told him. [Yeah hey guess who actually sounds kind of mad maybe.]

[agoodname]

[ah. Edward is angry. Even an idiot could see that] Yes. And you're angry about that.

[enigmaster]

Yes? Obviously I am. That's not for you to tell anyone about. You don't get to do that.

[agoodname]

[Oswald starts to open his mouth at that--and then quickly snaps it shut, eyes a bit wide and blinking. obviously it wasn't something he'd thought about in this instance.] I... [he presses his lips together, now looking uncertain, brow furrowing. Part of him wants to protest. ] ...I'm sorry. I was just trying to find some way for you not to get hurt any more.

[enigmaster]

[Edward swallows and he tries to force the anger away, really he is, but...] Then maybe you shouldn't be trying to set up something like that behind my back without even considering what my opinion on it might be.

[agoodname]

I didn't mean for it to be behind your back! [it sputters out of him before he can stop it, a protest, though not altogether helpful]

[enigmaster]

You quite literally did all of this without my knowledge. What do you call that, exactly?

[agoodname]

[his shoulders drop just a bit] ...a surprise? [his voice his a bit small--that's what he thought it would be] You know--hey, how great someone else can be in the line of fire for once so you can do what you feel you need to do without getting hurt.

[enigmaster]

I told you I was fine.

[agoodname]

You were shoved into a wall, and you were bleeding, and you told me that was normal! That that wasn't that much! If that's not that much, what is? A broken arm? A black eye? Both? Worse? [his voice cracks a bit, and he shuts his mouth with a snap, swallowing, hard, trying to get himself under control. He looks down at his cane. ] ...I'm sorry. I'll tell him we won't be needing his services.

[enigmaster]

...You do that. I'm going out. [And he turns around, starting to walk out of the living room.]

[agoodname]

Edward--! [he starts to protest--but then just...stops. Knuckles white on his cane.] ....okay.

[enigmaster]

[And Edward feels... awful, when Oswald first speaks up. But... But it's all too much, right now. Oswald was trying to do something nice, he gets that, really he does, and he's trying to make it right, now. Except he's already told someone about him and he can't exactly undo that. And every time he remembers that part, he just feels so hurt and anger is easier and... He can't. Be here right now. He has to go clear his head. So, Edward keeps walking. He does his best to take a deep breath and make his expression neutral, as he reaches the door and walks out. ...Is. Butch still there?]