open rp post

[wunderkind]

an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)

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pick a character

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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.

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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?

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let's get it on



disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously

Comments

[doggedly]

Really?

[Not that he is, in actuality, all that surprised. Edgeworth has the build and heft of a hippogriff, for all his quiet bookishness and deep frowns and glasses. He's no weak weed of a man, and he doesn't use his strength, but it's there.

Still, the idea of him carting home a Christmas tree on his back is pretty ridiculous, and Sirius looks askance at him, eyebrows raised coolly.]

Right, that convinces me. We're buying a tree--I wouldn't miss the sight of this for the world.

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth opens his mouth - and then closes it again. Because, well - he's not altogether certain how heavy a tree is, to be altogether frank, though he assumes...it's not inconsiderable. So now that he thinks of it, and now that Sirius looks at him with that arch, droll expression, he's not completely certain that he does indeed have the strength. But - ]

Excellent. Come along, then.

[He isn't backing down. And so he stomps to the little shop. It's an outdoor place, covered with a tent, full of the scent of pine and winter; there's one salesman there, currently dealing with a young couple with a little child (gender a complete mystery under the layers of fluff and wool). And Edgeworth walks in, and feels a little wrenching pang, smelling it - that Christmas scent, cold metallic snow and woodlands.]

[doggedly]

[Sirius follows Edgeworth in to the tent, sullenly. Which is idiotic, considering their surroundings. Someone is playing Christmas music, tinny over a set of tiny loudspeakers. If he could find the speakers, he would consider exploding them, just to stop the noise.

Instead he hangs back with his hands in his pockets, his glare set vaguely on the trees around them. There's a few moments of silence, and then he points out a tree that is deliberately far too large.]

That one.