When I come back and you're not fast asleep! Which seems to be a pretty high chance.
[ Heeheeee. Not to mean that Gojou will return early in the evening, more that he assumes Miles Edgeworth sleeps at strange times—or barely sleeps. It is catastrophic devastation on his phone with no culprit to be seen.
When people are mentioned, Gojou just... Smiles... And tries to think? It seems? Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm. ]
Pretty sure they're all right. [ He spins the chopsticks between his fingers like a rude person would. ] We usually fix them up right away then persuade them that some natural disaster did everything. Don't think the government is that happy about all of this, but what can you doooo.
[he raises an eyebrow. well...he can't even entirely discount that. even if his sleep schedule wasn't completely horrific, there's a high chance that miles would stay awake simply to see if gojou would come back in the first place. horrible. but as it is he does keep himself very busy and thus only sleeps in small increments.
not to mention now he's busy thinking about curses and alternate japan and vaguely wondering why they re-released people like mahito out into the world. is this even mahito's fault? doesn't matter.]
I suppose the answer is "not much." [though...] And they really believe it's a natural disaster? Then again without any visible proof...
[...yeah, no, that's viable.] Until there's another solution, I imagine that's all you can do to salvage everything.
[ Miles..... You fool... You should just sleep normally and forget about him entirely. ]
You and I know it's not too hard to manipulate the masses. All it takes is some injected news on several stations, maybe fabricated footage... People will think they were hallucinating! Then it's a done deal.
[ GASLIGHT. A great tactic and Gojou finger guns at him once he places his bowl into the nearby sink. ]
[that would be a fantastic idea, but this is a man who also spends a lot of his free time spite-thinking about people just because he can. still...gojou has a point and it's unfortunate that miles actually sort of smirks at that. it's not entirely amused, but more like an expression of familiarity. fabrication is a delicate subject, all things considered, but it's true. it's far too easy if you know what you're doing.]
Fair enough.
[and then gojou ruins that moment with the fingerguns and miles gives him a flat look in return.]
Do you feel you've done anything to deserve one? [he's hopeless and gay but he's not that easy, thank you.]
[ ... No, he does not deserve a goodbye kiss. Not at all. Not in the slightest. If Miles had any ounce of self-worth, he would not give in despite being hopeless and gay. Gojou touches his own chest, eyes welling with playful affection. There's some feigned sheepishness in his gesture which should be a familiar and unconvincing ruse. ]
I remembered your name?
[ It's said like this is the grandest of accomplishments, despite how it should definitely be the lowest bar. Gojou seldom remembers names and his time in space station was really one of his peaks. Knowing that he won't get rewarded for that, he adds some eyelash bats for flair. ]
[considering that a large part of miles' job is to watch people, yes, it's very familiar and very unimpressive (as usual.)
but then again, he seems to take that into consideration.]
...while that is quite impressive for you, you damn well better remember my name. [which is partially said because, hello? and also because miles still gets a little ruffled considering he's worked very hard to make a name for himself. the fluttering of gojou's eyelashes doesn't entirely help either, though he'll admit it's kind of funny. sort of. slightly. kind of stupidly attractive, but useless.]
You can have one when you come back. [that's not a goodbye kiss, but okay. sure.]
Useless is the biggest descriptor of this man, Gojou Satoru, and he stays silent as he peers at Mister Miles Edgeworth with bright eyes. His index finger taps against a surface, evenly to no rhythm. The taps slow to a stop, ending with a burst of laughter. Miles... is so funny? All the time. So funny? ]
You can't take that back, just so you knoooow!
[ Gojou isn't a thief, so he doesn't steal one (however tempting it may be). Instead, he rests his head against Miles' like a cat bumping its head against a favorite person. ]
Try not to get too lonely here. [ Even if. Miles is used to being on his own. ] I'll be back before you know it.
[ Gojou annoyingly nuzzles and lingers despite saying he's going to leave. Maybe Miles should kick him out. ]
he wills himself to continue staring at gojou instead of looking to where his finger's drawing attention, and despite the fact he was watching so closely he does jump slightly at the laughter. what the absolute fuck is wrong with this man at all times!!]
Now really, have you ever known me to go back on what I've said? [it's happened, like, a few times, so this is a shitty argument but he's immediately derailed by gojou's attempts at being an overgrown cat. please ignore the fact that he's a little flustered and allows this for...oh...ten seconds before he's trying to push him in the face.]
You're quite hard to miss when you refuse to leave, you realize.
[that's not quite the diss you think it is, miles, but alright.]
Gojou is abnormal and that is what's wrong with him. His eyes kind of widen as his lips curl into a knowing smile because. Yes. People take things back all the time and Miles isn't impervious. He can't voice this because a hand is in his face.
An annoying heeeeeeeeey leaks past fingers as his sunglasses ride up his face. For Miles' sake, Gojou does not bite. ]
Okay, okay! I'll go.
[ Sluggishly, he peels himself off and fetches his cellphone. With some taps, zip he's gone, but he does return after some time...At some Witching Hour, most unfortunate. Wherever Miles is in his penthouse, sleeping or awake, he may feel something like a box gently rested on his person.
It does mean it's balanced atop his head if Miles' standing or sitting. ]
[gojou deserves the hand in his face, especially because of the protest. not biting is also very helpful, and miles drops his hand as gojou pulls himself away. he doesn't speak as he watches, and in a moment's blink the sorcerer's gone.
it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
[ When Miles reaches for a touch, the mystery object isn't there. There's only air, an empty space, because an annoying someone lifts it when he sees those fingers search for purchase. None for this prosecutor. To assure him that these aren't haunting illusions dogging at his heels for another sleepless night, there's a familiar voice that goes heeeeeee~eeeeeeeeeh behind him—perhaps it would be better if this was a hallucination.
If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
[he just. closes his eyes and tries to remain calm and not immediately swat his hand at the offensive air. this continues for a bit, every time miles reaches back the object is removed and he finally loses patience after about two minutes of this before he speaks up.]
[ The fact that Miles is entertaining this for even two minutes is more patience than Gojou anticipated. With the question, he rests the box back on his head for another second, then gently proffers it below, within view.
It is a box of kikufuku, straight from Sendai city. ]
[yeah it's because miles is already long gone for gojou and it's terrible. sometimes you're an uptight asshole and someone manages to break through your defenses without warning.
but he seems briefly perplexed by the box of sweets, blinking softly like he's trying to understand why they're there.]
...I suppose I'm preparing to take a break, if it's all the same to you. [gojou's back, so he's willing to stop for, like, five minutes.] Stopped for a souvenir?
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[ Heeheeee. Not to mean that Gojou will return early in the evening, more that he assumes Miles Edgeworth sleeps at strange times—or barely sleeps. It is catastrophic devastation on his phone with no culprit to be seen.
When people are mentioned, Gojou just... Smiles... And tries to think? It seems? Uhhhhhmmmmmmmm. ]
Pretty sure they're all right. [ He spins the chopsticks between his fingers like a rude person would. ] We usually fix them up right away then persuade them that some natural disaster did everything. Don't think the government is that happy about all of this, but what can you doooo.
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not to mention now he's busy thinking about curses and alternate japan and vaguely wondering why they re-released people like mahito out into the world. is this even mahito's fault? doesn't matter.]
I suppose the answer is "not much." [though...] And they really believe it's a natural disaster? Then again without any visible proof...
[...yeah, no, that's viable.] Until there's another solution, I imagine that's all you can do to salvage everything.
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You and I know it's not too hard to manipulate the masses. All it takes is some injected news on several stations, maybe fabricated footage... People will think they were hallucinating! Then it's a done deal.
[ GASLIGHT. A great tactic and Gojou finger guns at him once he places his bowl into the nearby sink. ]
Soooooooo. Do I get a goodbye kiss?
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Fair enough.
[and then gojou ruins that moment with the fingerguns and miles gives him a flat look in return.]
Do you feel you've done anything to deserve one? [he's hopeless and gay but he's not that easy, thank you.]
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I remembered your name?
[ It's said like this is the grandest of accomplishments, despite how it should definitely be the lowest bar. Gojou seldom remembers names and his time in space station was really one of his peaks. Knowing that he won't get rewarded for that, he adds some eyelash bats for flair. ]
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but then again, he seems to take that into consideration.]
...while that is quite impressive for you, you damn well better remember my name. [which is partially said because, hello? and also because miles still gets a little ruffled considering he's worked very hard to make a name for himself. the fluttering of gojou's eyelashes doesn't entirely help either, though he'll admit it's kind of funny. sort of. slightly. kind of stupidly attractive, but useless.]
You can have one when you come back. [that's not a goodbye kiss, but okay. sure.]
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Useless is the biggest descriptor of this man, Gojou Satoru, and he stays silent as he peers at Mister Miles Edgeworth with bright eyes. His index finger taps against a surface, evenly to no rhythm. The taps slow to a stop, ending with a burst of laughter. Miles... is so funny? All the time. So funny? ]
You can't take that back, just so you knoooow!
[ Gojou isn't a thief, so he doesn't steal one (however tempting it may be). Instead, he rests his head against Miles' like a cat bumping its head against a favorite person. ]
Try not to get too lonely here. [ Even if. Miles is used to being on his own. ] I'll be back before you know it.
[ Gojou annoyingly nuzzles and lingers despite saying he's going to leave. Maybe Miles should kick him out. ]
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he wills himself to continue staring at gojou instead of looking to where his finger's drawing attention, and despite the fact he was watching so closely he does jump slightly at the laughter. what the absolute fuck is wrong with this man at all times!!]
Now really, have you ever known me to go back on what I've said? [it's happened, like, a few times, so this is a shitty argument but he's immediately derailed by gojou's attempts at being an overgrown cat. please ignore the fact that he's a little flustered and allows this for...oh...ten seconds before he's trying to push him in the face.]
You're quite hard to miss when you refuse to leave, you realize.
[that's not quite the diss you think it is, miles, but alright.]
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Gojou is abnormal and that is what's wrong with him. His eyes kind of widen as his lips curl into a knowing smile because. Yes. People take things back all the time and Miles isn't impervious. He can't voice this because a hand is in his face.
An annoying heeeeeeeeey leaks past fingers as his sunglasses ride up his face. For Miles' sake, Gojou does not bite. ]
Okay, okay! I'll go.
[ Sluggishly, he peels himself off and fetches his cellphone. With some taps, zip he's gone, but he does return after some time...At some Witching Hour, most unfortunate. Wherever Miles is in his penthouse, sleeping or awake, he may feel something like a box gently rested on his person.
It does mean it's balanced atop his head if Miles' standing or sitting. ]
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it takes a moment for miles to process if that was actually real or if it was all just a sleep-deprived hallucination.
tired though he may be, he's still awake whenever gojou comes back. he's seated at his desk and appears to be working on something, but the sudden pressure in his head is a bit distracting. no, wait, on his head. hello?]
What the hell...? [he doesn't do anything to turn around, but he does reach up to try and feel for this mystery object.]
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If that hand retracts at all, the mass is placed back on the top of his head like this spot is its throne, its birthright. This little game will continue as long as there's no outright acknowledgement, in any sense. Gojou doesn't mind masquerading as a ghost. ]
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And what, pray tell, do you think you're doing?
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It is a box of kikufuku, straight from Sendai city. ]
Plaaaaaaying? What about you?
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but he seems briefly perplexed by the box of sweets, blinking softly like he's trying to understand why they're there.]
...I suppose I'm preparing to take a break, if it's all the same to you. [gojou's back, so he's willing to stop for, like, five minutes.] Stopped for a souvenir?