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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2011-03-14 10:27 pm
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2011-03-14 10:27 pm
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[RL 56: Fighting like cats and...tigers?; Edgeworth, his daemon][Backdated]
((OOC: Following this thread.))
The females of many mammalian species, Siberian tigers included, are smaller than the males. Even still, the daemon lounging in front of the bookshelves took up a sizable portion of the space in Edgeworth’s home office.
The tension that positively radiated off the lawyer seated at the desk took up much of the rest.
“You act as if it’s such a bloody great inconvenience,” Dike huffed. The tip of her tail was flicking in time with the rhythmic tapping of Edgeworth’s fingers, which increased in speed and, subsequently, volume at her words.
“Has it not occurred to you that that could be because it is?” he snapped.
“Bullshit.” The daemon slid to her feet with a speed that was still surprising from such a large animal. Edgeworth finally paused in his typing and turned to glare at her as she came up on his side. “You see them once in a blue moon as it is. You’d see them more if you could...by which I mean ‘if your pride and insecurities would let you.’”
Dismissively, Edgeworth turned back to the computer and resumed typing. Dike narrowed her eyes at him. “You need this. More importantly, you want it. And here I am, giving you a convenient excuse, and you’re still not strong enough to accept it.”
Abandoning all pretense of being able to ignore her in favor of work, Edgeworth spun around to meet her eyes. There was no irritation left in his glare, only a cold ire that reflected heavily in his voice.
“I don’t care what purpose the community means for you to serve. You don’t know what’s best for me any more than it does.”
For a moment, the cat looked stricken. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, but she recovered as quickly as he always did and turned the gape into a teeth-baring growl. “Are you still trying to pretend that you do?” What that, she turned and stalked away, but she paused in the doorway long enough to shoot a look over her shoulder.
“I’m going. So are you, unless you want a demonstration of what happens when we’re separated.”
When the first stirrings of discomfort began to gnaw at his gut, Edgeworth shoved his chair back from the desk with uncharacteristic force and silently moved to follow her.
The females of many mammalian species, Siberian tigers included, are smaller than the males. Even still, the daemon lounging in front of the bookshelves took up a sizable portion of the space in Edgeworth’s home office.
The tension that positively radiated off the lawyer seated at the desk took up much of the rest.
“You act as if it’s such a bloody great inconvenience,” Dike huffed. The tip of her tail was flicking in time with the rhythmic tapping of Edgeworth’s fingers, which increased in speed and, subsequently, volume at her words.
“Has it not occurred to you that that could be because it is?” he snapped.
“Bullshit.” The daemon slid to her feet with a speed that was still surprising from such a large animal. Edgeworth finally paused in his typing and turned to glare at her as she came up on his side. “You see them once in a blue moon as it is. You’d see them more if you could...by which I mean ‘if your pride and insecurities would let you.’”
Dismissively, Edgeworth turned back to the computer and resumed typing. Dike narrowed her eyes at him. “You need this. More importantly, you want it. And here I am, giving you a convenient excuse, and you’re still not strong enough to accept it.”
Abandoning all pretense of being able to ignore her in favor of work, Edgeworth spun around to meet her eyes. There was no irritation left in his glare, only a cold ire that reflected heavily in his voice.
“I don’t care what purpose the community means for you to serve. You don’t know what’s best for me any more than it does.”
For a moment, the cat looked stricken. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, but she recovered as quickly as he always did and turned the gape into a teeth-baring growl. “Are you still trying to pretend that you do?” What that, she turned and stalked away, but she paused in the doorway long enough to shoot a look over her shoulder.
“I’m going. So are you, unless you want a demonstration of what happens when we’re separated.”
When the first stirrings of discomfort began to gnaw at his gut, Edgeworth shoved his chair back from the desk with uncharacteristic force and silently moved to follow her.
OOC, obviously