Case #06. Wut.

[cantacquityou]

 

[One day, nearly a fortnight ago, Miles Edgeworth disappeared from Cair Paradisa to seek temporary, reclusive solace at a hotel in the City Royale. He alerted no one of this little vacation, and ceased all communication with everyone - be it through the journals, or otherwise...

...but he's back - however unintentionally - and not in any way he could have ever foreseen. His clothes - remnants of a white undershirt and reddish-pink pajama-bottoms - are in scorched tatters. 

In one hand, there's a 4.5 ft. baguette. In the other, a machine gun...A gumball machine gun.

...and with that, he is chasing a massive growlithe around the castle grounds. 

Perhaps you're one of the unfortunate souls to witness this. After all, there is a perfectly rational explanation.

...maybe.]

Comments

[takethat]

[He winces, and his legs wobble beneath him with the sudden and very unexpected pain.]

Oww! Stop it! I wasn't trying to hurt you!

[cantacquityou]

[He starts off once more, only to jog to a halt almost immediately after he realizes that the growlithe is no longer in sight. Having covered naught but a few yards, he rubs his head exasperatedly.]







...Gone. Splendid.

[takethat]

...Now what's the matter?

[Just to be safe, he's keeping out of arm's reach.]

[cantacquityou]

I am in no mood to explain.


...



Hello, Wright.

[takethat]

Don't "hello, Wright" me. I'm not letting you get by without an explanation--a good explanation. About all of this.

[cantacquityou]

In case you weren't aware, Veritas breathes fire. That should address quite a bit.

[takethat]

I wasn't aware of that--okay, so that explains why you look like you just came from the gates of hell, but... there's a lot left to explain.

Like why you disappeared. This time.

[cantacquityou]

...to an extent, the same reason I always do.

[takethat]

Because you're too scared and selfish to deal with your life for once instead of running away from it and worrying everybody?

[cantacquityou]

...


...if that is how you wish to interpret it, then so be it. As of now, I am cold, irritated, and I truly do not give a damn.

[takethat]

Good, neither do I, so you might as well be completely aware of just how miserable you made me by taking off like that. Not that I expect you to actually care about someone else other than yourself, but I still want you to know.

[cantacquityou]

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I'd have expected that you would have understood a little better by now...

[takethat]

Yeah, I understand that every time you feel remotely bothered by something, you hide from it. I'd understand more if you ever explained anything to me, but that isn't happening, I know.

[cantacquityou]

I do not hide from it. I rationalize it - something that is rather difficult to do with a constant barrage of distractions, Wright.

[takethat]

You do pretty well avoiding "distractions" when you're here, as it is--why do you have to leave? It's bad enough when you just stay holed up in your room and don't talk to... anyone... for days on end.

[What part of "you hurt my feelings, don't leave me anymore" aren't you getting here Edgey geez]

[cantacquityou]

Simply because I do not communicate with you does not mean I talk to no one else.

[takethat]

...a-ah.

[He visibly deflates at that--his anger dissipating into some sort of horrible sadness that, on a better day (and not after two weeks' worth of heavy-duty self-examination and drinking), he'd be valiantly hiding.

And just a little bit of him wants to punch Edgeworth for being such a dick, but that's neither here nor there.]

...you don't understand much either.

[cantacquityou]

What don't I understand?

[takethat]

You don't have a clue what I've been through the past two weeks.

[cantacquityou]

...

[takethat]

...right, and you still don't care, either.

[cantacquityou]

...

[takethat]

Would you say something?

[cantacquityou]

...



...what do you want me to say, Wright?

[takethat]

Anything? I don't care. Anything is better than just standing there like you're not even listening to me.