[RL 9: 'Tis the Season to be Jolly - Edgeworth, Phoenix]

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((OOC: Taking place Christmas Eve night.))

The apartment was mercifully quiet that late at night. If he listened carefully he could hear Sigi's soft breathing from his place on the floor (stretched out between the ottoman and the armchair, below the bridge of Miles' legs). The air was warm and suffused with patchouli, comfortable without being thick, and Ten Little Indians lay open in his left hand. The tableau should have been a relaxed one, and indeed on any other night it might have been.

Being that it was Christmas Eve, however, the book was held loosely, carelessly, his eyes moving across the pages only every once in a while. The half-empty cup of tea sitting on the table beside him had long ago cooled, forgotten in favor of the wine beside it (filled twice and also half-empty), and the patchouli was mingling with the smokey scent of a neighbor's wood-burning fireplace (yet another memory - sweet, sharp, and raw).

Sigi raised his head and stared at the door. Edgeworth ignored the reaction (just neighbors in the hall, returning from a holiday party) until Sigi shot to his feet, suddenly enough to bump Edgeworth's legs nearly off the ottoman. "Sigi, nein!" The dog quailed, his tail dropping and ears swiveling back, but he turned his attention to the door after glancing only briefly at his master.

Miles hadn't made it to his feet before the knock sounded through the room, and he crossed the foyer quickly. A frown tugged at his lips: it was well past the hours in which errant party guests might be expected to come knocking at the wrong doors. His brows furrowed in confusion as he swung open the door.

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[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth glanced at Wright as he sat down on the sofa. He had expected him to choose the armchair instead, and he almost wished that he allowed Sigi on the furniture so the dog could have taken up the rest of the space on the couch. Wright was keeping his distance, at least, so Edgeworth decided to just ignore his proximity. Which might not be as hard as he would have thought. Some of the tension seemed to have dissipated during their break; hopefully, with the movie to help them avoid actual conversation, it wouldn't have a chance to return.

Realizing they were about to be stuck there for the next hour and a half (or, Heaven help him, longer), he asked calmly, "Would you like anything, before we start?"

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To be honest, the pangs of hunger had begun a little while ago, but he didn’t want to trouble Edgeworth any further. After a moment of consideration, he shook his head. “No thanks, I’m good.” He took another sip of wine and leaned forward to set the glass on the ottoman, keeping a wary eye on Sigi as much as one’s peripheral vision would allow. It wouldn’t do to keep drinking like this on an empty stomach.

[samuraiprosecutor]

With only a nod in reply Edgeworth stood. Sigi hopped up with him, moved quickly out of his way, and followed his master. As Edgeworth disappeared into the kitchen, Sigi paused to stare back at Wright, then slipped into the kitchen as well.