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[RL 43: Everything short of... ][Backdated]
((OOC: Taking place on Sunday, February 14th.))
He was able to push it from his mind with routine. Unlike most viruses, this one wasn't invasive and didn't interfere with his daily activities. He was able to work through the morning in his home office, and aside from the occasional jerk or tug by the man he knew without a doubt was attached to the other end, the day progressed quite normally.
When the evening rolled around and the status quo was still intact, he became fairly confident that if anything was going to come of this virus, it would have happened already. Given the date, the whole thing was likely to be over in a matter of hours. So he prepared Sieghard for his evening walk, eager to get out, get home, and either sequester himself in the apartment for the rest of the evening or perhaps even turn in early to hasten the virus' end.
Their trip to the nearby park was short but enjoyable. They were halfway home, with Edgeworth's favorite bakery (the prospective source of a sweet cap to his evening) just coming into sight, when there was a tug on the red string, strong enough to bring Edgeworth to a sudden halt and call Sigi up short at the pull on his leash.
Unthinking, Edgeworth instinctively lifted his gaze and darted a look in the direction the pull had come from.
He was able to push it from his mind with routine. Unlike most viruses, this one wasn't invasive and didn't interfere with his daily activities. He was able to work through the morning in his home office, and aside from the occasional jerk or tug by the man he knew without a doubt was attached to the other end, the day progressed quite normally.
When the evening rolled around and the status quo was still intact, he became fairly confident that if anything was going to come of this virus, it would have happened already. Given the date, the whole thing was likely to be over in a matter of hours. So he prepared Sieghard for his evening walk, eager to get out, get home, and either sequester himself in the apartment for the rest of the evening or perhaps even turn in early to hasten the virus' end.
Their trip to the nearby park was short but enjoyable. They were halfway home, with Edgeworth's favorite bakery (the prospective source of a sweet cap to his evening) just coming into sight, when there was a tug on the red string, strong enough to bring Edgeworth to a sudden halt and call Sigi up short at the pull on his leash.
Unthinking, Edgeworth instinctively lifted his gaze and darted a look in the direction the pull had come from.