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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-11-19 04:07 am
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-11-19 04:07 am
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[RL 3: Diamonds are a Guy's Best Friend - Edgeworth only][Backdated]
((OOC: Taking place 11-19-07, the day before Maraich's Game Night. Also references a discussion that took place here. Will be backdated later.))
It had been months since he'd ventured into a jewelry store. While Edgeworth could easily drop a thousand dollars on a suit (probably more often than necessary) he was never inclined to buy many of the requisite lapel pins and cufflinks that went with said suits. He already had a small collection that suited him especially well, and so only entered a jewelry shop once a year or so, usually when shopping for a new watch.
It wasn't surprising, then, that the woman behind the counter (a twenty-something with soft features and a suitably blinding smile) showed no sign of recognizing him. Had it been a clerk in any of his usual haunts their eyes would have lit up greedily upon his entrance, but this woman just continued to smile welcomingly, eyes hopeful, and greeted him, "Good afternoon, sir."
He nodded in response, moving with a smooth stride to the row of counters on the right. She followed after a few moments, stopping behind the counter the perfect distance away, not close enough to be hovering but close enough to offer assistance the second it was needed. Obviously she was well trained.
The section of the counter he stood before was filled with women's jewelry. Everything glittered brightly under the carefully hidden display lighting, a spread of glinting gold necklaces and bracelets that left him temporarily unsure; he wasn't accustomed to buying anything for women, aside from gifts to Franziska, whose tastes were familiar to him. Of course, he wasn't buying for a woman, but it couldn't be denied that Maraich's tastes in fashion ran more toward the feminine side of the spectrum.
"Sir?" The clear voice broke through his concentration, and he glanced up curiously at the clerk. "Would you like a hot beverage? It must have been cold outside. We have a delicious peppermint blend coffee." At first the drink sounded appealing, but Miles' interest died as soon as the word 'peppermint' left her lips. His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought, and he answered with a clipped, "No." To her credit, the clerk merely nodded and continued, "If there's anything I could show you, please let me know."
One last look at the array of jewelry was enough to convince him that getting out of the store in a timely manner was going to require a little assistance. "I'm looking for something with pink diamonds. A necklace or bracelet, perhaps."
She began to point out pieces to him, not surprisingly focusing on the necklaces (all of which were more expensive than the bracelets). There weren't many with pink diamonds to choose from, but it wasn't long before a small collection caught his interest: several silver necklaces and matching earrings, all with different stones alternated with white diamonds. The one that first attracted his notice had its chain attached to a small bar with three white diamonds, and two hanging strands of small white diamonds mixed with large pink ones; simple but elegant.
"Excellent choice, sir. Let me just get you a box." The clerk was smiling eagerly as she disappeared into the back room, and Miles rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the counters on the opposite side of the store, casually scanning the merchandise as he waited.
The third piece he glanced at drew him up short. It was a tie tack, gold with a black lacquer face, decorated with a set of gold scales. It was a handsome piece, but one that wasn't his style, and he leaned over to study it curiously, wondering why it had garnered his attention.
'It would look good on Wright.'
The thought came unbidden and unwelcome. Edgeworth stood up suddenly, staring at the glass case as if affronted, then turned and walked quickly to a case in the back of the store. The clerk was still absent, and he began to revise his earlier opinions on her service: how long could it possibly take to get a box?
With nothing else to do he continued to walk around the store, but eventually found himself back at the tie tack, their conversation about Maraich's jewelry running through his mind. It had been a joke, a ridiculous one...
Hadn't he told Wilder, though, how much he owed to Wright? How indebted he was to the attorney, for so much more than his trial services?
Edgeworth shook his head, berating himself for his own foolishness. He would never truly be able to repay the man for what he'd done, but whatever recompense he would be able to make wouldn't come in the form of jewelry. Frowning slightly, he crossed the store to idly examine the contents of another glass case.
By the time the clerk finally returned, Edgeworth was back on the side of the store.
"I'm so sorry for the wait, sir," the clerk called, slightly out of breath. "We had a bit of an emergency in the back...Oh, is there something else I can show you?" Edgeworth hesitated for a few long moments.
"Yes."
She set down the long, thin box she'd been carrying and hurried over to open the case, bringing out the tie tack he'd indicated and setting it in his hand. The thin rim of gold glinted under the light, and the lacquer was smooth and even, a high quality piece. He realized he'd never seen Wright wear a tie tack, or a tie bar, or tie clip...
"I'll take this as well."
"Of course, sir!" Another blinding smile and the clerk accepted the small box, carrying it back to the register as Edgeworth followed. As she rang him up she commented cheerily, "These must be for some special people. Good friends?"
His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his chin up slightly to look down his nose at her, tone cold as he replied abruptly, "Acquaintances." To his amusement anger danced in her eyes for a moment, but she remained professional as she handed back his card, bagged his purchases, and wished him a good day.
Once outside, he pulled out the smaller black box, opened it for another look at the tie tack. The gold shimmered in the sunlight. He'd already decided he wouldn't give it to Wright, couldn't imagine what had come over him...
Frowning, he snapped the box shut and stuffed it back in the bag.
It had been months since he'd ventured into a jewelry store. While Edgeworth could easily drop a thousand dollars on a suit (probably more often than necessary) he was never inclined to buy many of the requisite lapel pins and cufflinks that went with said suits. He already had a small collection that suited him especially well, and so only entered a jewelry shop once a year or so, usually when shopping for a new watch.
It wasn't surprising, then, that the woman behind the counter (a twenty-something with soft features and a suitably blinding smile) showed no sign of recognizing him. Had it been a clerk in any of his usual haunts their eyes would have lit up greedily upon his entrance, but this woman just continued to smile welcomingly, eyes hopeful, and greeted him, "Good afternoon, sir."
He nodded in response, moving with a smooth stride to the row of counters on the right. She followed after a few moments, stopping behind the counter the perfect distance away, not close enough to be hovering but close enough to offer assistance the second it was needed. Obviously she was well trained.
The section of the counter he stood before was filled with women's jewelry. Everything glittered brightly under the carefully hidden display lighting, a spread of glinting gold necklaces and bracelets that left him temporarily unsure; he wasn't accustomed to buying anything for women, aside from gifts to Franziska, whose tastes were familiar to him. Of course, he wasn't buying for a woman, but it couldn't be denied that Maraich's tastes in fashion ran more toward the feminine side of the spectrum.
"Sir?" The clear voice broke through his concentration, and he glanced up curiously at the clerk. "Would you like a hot beverage? It must have been cold outside. We have a delicious peppermint blend coffee." At first the drink sounded appealing, but Miles' interest died as soon as the word 'peppermint' left her lips. His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought, and he answered with a clipped, "No." To her credit, the clerk merely nodded and continued, "If there's anything I could show you, please let me know."
One last look at the array of jewelry was enough to convince him that getting out of the store in a timely manner was going to require a little assistance. "I'm looking for something with pink diamonds. A necklace or bracelet, perhaps."
She began to point out pieces to him, not surprisingly focusing on the necklaces (all of which were more expensive than the bracelets). There weren't many with pink diamonds to choose from, but it wasn't long before a small collection caught his interest: several silver necklaces and matching earrings, all with different stones alternated with white diamonds. The one that first attracted his notice had its chain attached to a small bar with three white diamonds, and two hanging strands of small white diamonds mixed with large pink ones; simple but elegant.
"Excellent choice, sir. Let me just get you a box." The clerk was smiling eagerly as she disappeared into the back room, and Miles rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the counters on the opposite side of the store, casually scanning the merchandise as he waited.
The third piece he glanced at drew him up short. It was a tie tack, gold with a black lacquer face, decorated with a set of gold scales. It was a handsome piece, but one that wasn't his style, and he leaned over to study it curiously, wondering why it had garnered his attention.
'It would look good on Wright.'
The thought came unbidden and unwelcome. Edgeworth stood up suddenly, staring at the glass case as if affronted, then turned and walked quickly to a case in the back of the store. The clerk was still absent, and he began to revise his earlier opinions on her service: how long could it possibly take to get a box?
With nothing else to do he continued to walk around the store, but eventually found himself back at the tie tack, their conversation about Maraich's jewelry running through his mind. It had been a joke, a ridiculous one...
Hadn't he told Wilder, though, how much he owed to Wright? How indebted he was to the attorney, for so much more than his trial services?
Edgeworth shook his head, berating himself for his own foolishness. He would never truly be able to repay the man for what he'd done, but whatever recompense he would be able to make wouldn't come in the form of jewelry. Frowning slightly, he crossed the store to idly examine the contents of another glass case.
By the time the clerk finally returned, Edgeworth was back on the side of the store.
"I'm so sorry for the wait, sir," the clerk called, slightly out of breath. "We had a bit of an emergency in the back...Oh, is there something else I can show you?" Edgeworth hesitated for a few long moments.
"Yes."
She set down the long, thin box she'd been carrying and hurried over to open the case, bringing out the tie tack he'd indicated and setting it in his hand. The thin rim of gold glinted under the light, and the lacquer was smooth and even, a high quality piece. He realized he'd never seen Wright wear a tie tack, or a tie bar, or tie clip...
"I'll take this as well."
"Of course, sir!" Another blinding smile and the clerk accepted the small box, carrying it back to the register as Edgeworth followed. As she rang him up she commented cheerily, "These must be for some special people. Good friends?"
His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his chin up slightly to look down his nose at her, tone cold as he replied abruptly, "Acquaintances." To his amusement anger danced in her eyes for a moment, but she remained professional as she handed back his card, bagged his purchases, and wished him a good day.
Once outside, he pulled out the smaller black box, opened it for another look at the tie tack. The gold shimmered in the sunlight. He'd already decided he wouldn't give it to Wright, couldn't imagine what had come over him...
Frowning, he snapped the box shut and stuffed it back in the bag.
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Anyway, great
lol not adrabble. ♥[ ooc ]
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You know he wouldn't be too pleased to know that. XD
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