The Demon Prosecutor

((OOC: Taking place during the lawyer/nightmare schmoopytiems virus, just after an awkward encounter between Cori, Edgeworth, and Phoenix which we didn't get around to doing yet. orz))



The awkwardness of their unexpected encounter had tainted much of their meal. The walk back to the apartment was spent mostly in silence. While the situation did improve over the course of the evening, it was only after the soothing intervention of Sieghard (who was, as always, happy to see his master home), and the judicious use of a very well-made film (which, to Edgeworth's surprise, wasn't remotely banal and didn't rely solely on uninspired gore or schlocky gimmicks).

The last lines of the movie's credits eventually rolled off screen. Edgeworth allowed the player to run a few more seconds before turning it off, muting the television, and turning to regard his companion. The light and colors of the flickering screen were reflecting off the Corinthian's sunglasses in the dim light, drawing his eyes for a moment.

Finally, he dropped his gaze, feigning disinterest as he reached to scratch Sigi behind the ears. "You do know this is by no means a permanent free pass?"