The Demon Prosecutor

((OOC: Taking place at about three this afternoon.))



A sharp knocking echoed through the living room, and in its wake, a disheveled head of grey hair popped up over the back of the sofa, followed by a pair of blearily blinking grey eyes. Edgeworth regarded the front door curiously for a moment, his brows furrowed; the dog walker (who he'd been forced to call once he realized his dismissal of the boy's services for the days he'd be home was rather...premature) wasn't due for several more hours, and he obviously wasn't expecting any company.

Edgeworth leaned his chin against the back of the sofa for a while, peering at the door through half-lidded eyes, and debated with himself over whether he should bother to chase off whatever salesman or neighbor's friend was waiting outside the door or just leave it up to them to take the blatantly obvious hint.

...But the hint wasn't blatantly obvious enough, apparently, and as the second round of loud knocking pierced his skull, aggravating his headache, Edgeworth finally stirred, untangling himself from his thick blanket and stretching gingerly to set his book on the ottoman. By the time he dragged himself unsteadily to his feet, the knocking had ceased, but Sigi's sudden appearance in the hallway (and his fixation on the door) told Edgeworth the silence didn't indicate a retreat.

Brows furrowing deeply, Edgeworth shuffled across the living room. He stood in front of the door for a few moments, wrapping his arms around himself in a vain effort to stave off his shivering, then cautiously opened it and looked out into the hall.