OPEN POST pt III

[wunderkind]

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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 Walking Dead, coffee, summertime, AUs, and vampires. can you combine those into one tag?

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let's get it on, like we did last summer



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

Comments

[doggedly]

As stern and full of conviction as he appears to be, there is a great deal of uncertainty at war in Sirius. He does not show a jot of it. There is nothing in him that wants to return that idiotic smile that Edgeworth turns on him, or his good cheer--

But his mouth lifts a little, just at the corners. Some of it is forced and some of it is, actually, genuine, a little nod toward the sheer pig-headed resilience that makes up the character of Miles Edgeworth. What an idiot, he thinks, without much charity. He's clearly a little drunk. Half a glass of whisky. What an idiot.

"If you honestly are in it to outdrink me, you're going to be vomiting on Nott in twenty minute's time."

He picks up his glass regardless, gives it a little swirl, and takes another drink. The man at the bar is still looking in their direction, but Sirius sips again, carelessly.

"And I'd get your handbag out now, if I was you. The way you're going, you won't be able to find it once we've finished off this round."

[jurisimpudent]

"Yes, ha ha, my sides are splitting from laughter," Edgeworth replies. If he'd had a finger's width less of whiskey, he could manage to grumble that quite admirably; he'd sound devastatingly irritable. Here, now, he can't help but actually sound a bit amused. And, indeed, rather than crabbily shutting down the conversation, he even counters by ribbing Black right back. "I actually keep money in my pockets. I know that's a foreign idea, being as they don't actually sew pockets into evening gowns like the ones you wear under your robes, but believe me, it makes things far simpler."

Still, things will be a bit more difficult rather soon, and truthfully he sort of wants to ensure that they have another round on the table because Edgeworth isn't wholly confident that Sirius will stay for him but he will stay for whiskey. So he stands, and declares (not even sotto voce, more along the lines of voce) - "Besides, Nott deserves to get vomited on; he's a complete arse."

And then he points to Sirius.

"More of the same?"