[RL 52: There's no way this could end badly; Edgeworth, the Corinthian]

((OOC: Backdated to the morning of Thursday, November 18th, first day of the grab bag virus.))



His sleep had been fitful that night. It had been fitful every night since Halloween, but those other nights hadn't ended with him tossing and turning in bed only to encounter a firm, unyielding surface. Edgeworth grunted in his sleep and pulled back his arm, weakly rubbing the tender spot where he'd made contact, and blinked blearily into the darkness.

[RL 53: And this just keeps getting better and better; Edgeworth, the Corinthian]

((OOC: Backdated again to Thursday, November 18th, to several hours after this rl.))



'Something fun' turned out to be several hours of bouncing from one show or movie to the next as each man kept trying to assert control over the TV. On the surface it was a familiar scenario, the kind of scene they'd enacted several times before. At times Edgeworth was almost able to forget the circumstances that had thrown them together, but always that threatening undercurrent reasserted itself, souring the air between them and reminding him of the risks they faced.

Eventually he gave up entirely on being able to enjoy himself. Allowing the Corinthian to watch what he would, Edgeworth began to occupy himself by frequently (and conspicuously) checking the time on the wall clock.