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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.

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When he began to struggle the nightmare crushed their lips together, holding the kiss just a few precious seconds more before he finally released the man. Though he stumbled back a couple steps, the shoving seemed to do very little to concern him.

"....come on." The smile he gave Edgeworth as he pulled him away from the counter was a touch triumphant. "I'll help you with breakfast."

Edgeworth reclaimed his freedom with a sharp gasp. For a long time he could only stand and stare, his eyes still almost comically wide and one hand covering his mouth as if to ward off any further onslaught.

The smile, so like other smiles he'd seen on those lips before, turned his stomach. He finally dropped his hand to his side and straightened his back, narrowing his eyes at the nightmare before stalking off across the kitchen. If the Corinthian wasn't quick to follow, he'd be getting an angry tug on the rope.

"You know you're going to regret all of this once it's over," he said coldly as he opened the fridge and began to rummage through it.

Edited 2010-11-22 06:32 (UTC)

"I guess we'll see," was the ever relaxed reply, and he followed along before Edgeworth could get any spiteful rope yanking in. He was almost a little disappointed when the other man turned away, still wanting to see his eyes....but he fell in behind him as he started sifting through the fridge, glancing over his shoulder with disinterest.

"But like you said. Until then we can make a weekend out of it."

"Not the kind of weekend you seem to be hoping for," he muttered bitterly, his voice quiet but clearly audible. His fully stocked fridge suddenly seemed inadequate; nothing appealed to him, and when he realized that was because he'd lost all traces of his appetite he stood up and slammed the door shut.

As he turned and made a terse beeline for the counter, Edgeworth refused to meet the Corinthian's eyes.

The avoidance wasn't lost on the nightmare. He still followed regardless, though his brow furrowed some as he watched the man's back.

"We'll work something out. You might even enjoy it."

"It would be difficult to enjoy anything under these circumstances." Kettle, water, turn on the burner... He ignored the nightmare in favor of making tea, hoping the comfortably familiar process would help to calm his singing nerves. If his quick, irritated movements were any indication, it probably wasn't accomplishing what he'd hoped for, but he kept on doggedly anyway.

There was a soft sigh from behind him. With about as much patience as he could muster the nightmare reached around and loosely grabbed Edgeworth's hand, just enough to still it for the moment.

"Then what do you want to do? You are kind of stuck with me for a while."

Again, the touch wasn't expected, but at least after all the other, more extreme examples of the morning this time it wasn't such a shock. Edgeworth froze for a moment, his brows furrowing deeply and his eyes slipping shut.

Eventually he opened them again to give the nightmare a halfhearted, sidelong glare. "What I want to do was already vetoed."

"You really want to work that badly, when you have me here?" Oh, there was definitely a little snap in that one. His grip on the other's hand went white knuckled before he could catch himself, and it was released just as quick. "It really is a wonder you don't have more friends."

This wasn't right. Yes, Edgeworth usually tried to get a little work done whenever they became stuck like this, but asking him to skip a day or two didn't seem so unreasonable. And he had never been so cold and so intent on avoiding him before....

He was going to have to fix that. Somehow.

Other than the clenching of his jaw, Edgeworth gave no sign of the way the Corinthian's tightening grip affected him or the way the words stung. The nightmare wasn't himself. Even if he was, well... Edgeworth was already aware of the reasons his social circle was so small...all of the reasons. Hearing it from someone else made no difference.

"I'm well aware of how astonishing it is that you people manage to put up with me, thank you," he said coolly then turned his attention back to his tea preparation.

"On the bright side, I suppose that means there's less people for me to work around," he said thoughtfully, watching Edgeworth make the tea with only minimum interest. On the other hand, that also seemed to be how the man kept making so many enemies out of people, as well. The Corinthian had never had to deal with those people in particular before, but the moment he had the chance he would need to....

His fingers drummed impatiently on the counter, but after a moment he managed to curb that, too. "You should hurry with that, maybe we could find something good on TV."

Well, that was vaguely discomforting. Edgeworth gave the Corinthian a questioning look as he searched for a possible meaning behind the statement that didn't seem so disturbingly possessive. In light of the way the rest of the morning had gone, he came up empty.

It was a virus. At this point, his priority was getting through it and back to what passed for normalcy in his life. He had to admit, a relatively...neutral activity like watching television seemed one of the safest ways to do that.

Suppressing a sigh, he turned back to the tea kettle just as it began to whistle. "I'm sure there will be a boring drama or two on the premium channels."

"Or we could try to find a half decent thriller." Granted, any they would find this early in the morning were likely to be the usual B-rated made for TV crap. But Edgeworth seemed receptive to the idea in general, and that was a good start. Maybe his mood would even improve before the day was out, and the nightmare would really be able to make the best of his time here. "Or at the very least one that's good for a laugh."

This felt familiar enough to make his stomach twist again, but it was infinitely preferable to where they'd been only minutes before. If he could just keep it that way...

"I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to laugh," he said with only a touch of irony. "Or to be 'thrilled,' for that matter. But I'm sure we'll find something I can live with." With the tea now steeping and the egg timer set, he began to prepare a tray to take into the living room.

The Corinthian barely gave the man enough time to set up they tray before he proceeded to tug him along, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room. It wasn't meant as a harsh gesture, though it was difficult to tell with the way he continued on without acknowledging it. He did, however, send Edgeworth a small grin over his shoulder, and a for a moment he almost seemed like himself.

"Relax. We'll find something fun."

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