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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2010-11-21 08:02 pm
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2010-11-21 08:02 pm
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[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.
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.