Two socially awkward men try to socialise.

[frilliance]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Waver
Setting: Laboratory, afternoon.
Format: Starting in action brackets but it's up to you, Waver-mun!
Summary: Edgeworth tries to be sociable for once
Warnings: None so far.

[See a Waver fast asleep on one of the desks in the laboratory.

See him asleep among the piles of work, surrounded by equipment.

See Miles Edgeworth standing a few metres away from him, his arms crossed, not looking very impressed. After all, not paying attention to things around him got him killed a few days ago. He would rather that more accidents did not happen in this room.

He did not want to invade Waver's personal space, so there was only one way to wake him up.]

Ahem.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

I don't think I should, but you're another one that's going to insist until we're both shouting and I'm not accomplishing anything regardless.

So I might as well.

[frilliance]

[Well, that was surprisingly easy.] A wise decision. [Says the guy who would probably be here all night if a) monsters didn't roam at night, b) he didn't get killed by them a couple of weeks ago and c) he did not have that annoying postal worker job he had to attend to in order to avoid having his body parts cut off.]

[fionnuisce]

I've gotten very tired of arguing the point with people. Between you and Cu Chulainn I'm starting to think this group was largely handpicked to annoy me.

[frilliance]

You are perfectly entitled to think as you wish, Professor. My point still stands.

[fionnuisce]

There's no one else here, you can drop the formality.

[frilliance]

[Didn't he say "Call me 'Professor' if you're feeling formal"? Oh, well.] Very well, 'Waver'. [He doesn't really care.

Now, er....which way do they go?]

[fionnuisce]

[THAT ONLY GOES FOR SCIENCE TIME]

[since edgeworth insisted they were off the clock in a manner of speaking, it didn't apply]

[waver is the best at logic.]

So--cafeteria, then? Since that tea's likely to be gone when the month ends I fully intend to enjoy it now.

[frilliance]

[Waiu, is Waver actually inviting him for a chat?

Well, why not? After all, even Edgeworth acknowledges that he needs more experience in casual socialising.]...Might as well. With that scary little girl being in charge next month, I doubt that we will get anything decent then.

[fionnuisce]

[regrettably, he doesn't have much else to do.]

Very well. After you, then.

[frilliance]

[Gosh, casual conversation is gonna be sooooo haaaaaarrrrrrd.]

All right.

[OOC: Timeskip?]

[fionnuisce]

[woop woop woop]

[Waver set two cups of tea on the table--he may have been largely inept at cooking, but one didn't easily spend most of their life in London and not learn to make a passable if not excellent cup of tea.]

I must have a pretty fucked up work ethic if half my team's telling me to slow down.

[frilliance]

[OOC: Shit. I meant 'Wow', not 'Waiu', whatever the hell that means, in the previous tag. That'll teach me to be more careful about posting at night. ;_;]

[Edgeworth sighs as he takes his cup]

To be honest, I cannot say that I blame you [Now that he thinks about it.]. We do not have long, after all.

[fionnuisce]

[sssshhhhh s'all good.]

I'm used to working on a rather pressing deadline. We'll be fine.

[frilliance]

[So is he, although this work is different from what he has done before.] Hmm. You seem quite confident.

[fionnuisce]

[Deadpan:] I'm cautiously optimistic and also accustomed to working against impending calamity.

Don't get me wrong; I'm aware there's a very real chance we could all die. And personally, I've accepted that possibility. At the same time I'm also not hating our potential chances.

[frilliance]

[Edgeworth pauses. Diarmuid is not the only one who thinks that it is possible to restore the worlds. Edgeworth, meanwhile.....is not sure. Could they really bring them back to normal? Just.....how would that work, given everyone's situation?

Still, Waver has a point.]

Well, our potential 'chances' are the only chances we have. [Believable or not.]

[fionnuisce]

Essentially, yes. It's either pursue what weak and unbelievable leads we have or give up, and I'm not one to consider the latter.

[frilliance]

I suppose you are right. [And another sip of tea.] Either way, I at least don't plan to die before we uncover the whole truth behind this hellhole. [Although what happens if they actually manage to do that has been more on Edgeworth's mind ever since his death a few weeks ago. Still.....Waver has a point. Nothing is going to happen if they give up right now.]

[fionnuisce]

Hm, I'm in no hurry to add a third death to my list either. It's quite inconvenient.

[frilliance]

Hmph. [Well, he meant the more permanent sort of death but the one Waver mentioned is pretty undesirable as well. Edgeworth takes another sip of tea.] Hmm....I must say, you haven't done a bad job brewing this. Much better than the worker units do, anyway. [And Edgeworth has SUPER HIGH standards of tea and food, so that's quite a compliment, Waver.]

[fionnuisce]

I live in London, what do you expect?

[Waver smirked in response, and whether he was amused or flattered was difficult to say.]

Terrible stereotypes aside, sometimes one learns quite a few such skills after some years living on their own.

[frilliance]

Ah....so you taught yourself? [That is pretty impressive, considering. Edgeworth, meanwhile, was taught by his father. Then Von Karma taught him to make the 'perfect' tea. So yeah....fucked-up high standards here.]

[fionnuisce]

Through years of trial and error, of course. Still working on cooking, though. Haven't quite worked that one out for some reason.

[One thing at a time, Waver.]

I would hardly say I'm an amateur, but I didn't think it anything to write home about.

[frilliance]

Well, I cannot say that cooking is an easy skill to master. [Stuffy prosecutor boy thinks that his own cooking is crap - but again, he has overblown standards.]

[fionnuisce]

You'd think an alchemist could manage something like cooking. [Sigh.] Apparently not.

[frilliance]

Well, as long as it does not involve spilling all the ingredients onto the floor...[Unlike what a certain roommate did. Poor Dia.]

[fionnuisce]

... [Waver frowned, shrugging dismissively.]

He certainly tried, at least.

[frilliance]

That he did. However, I am sure he will improve. [It wouldn't have been funny if Dia was deliberately making a mess.]

[fionnuisce]

He's smart enough, I don't doubt for a second practice will probably help.

[frilliance]

Hmm. Everyone has to start somewhere....[And he falls silent as he sips his tea and glances around the room. He's not used to normal casual conversation. It's a very strange experience.]

[fionnuisce]

That's usually how it works. I'm just a bit regretful that cooking is nowhere in my teaching repertoire.

[frilliance]

I would have given him a few lessons myself if it weren't for the fact that cakes and cookies are not really my department. [Nor is cooking in general in Edgeworth opinion. However, this is even less of the case with sweet things since he's not much of a sweet-eater.]

[fionnuisce]

Fortunately, it seems baking really isn't unlike alchemy.

[waver stop]

We were able to figure it out eventually.

[frilliance]

Hmmm.....well.....I suppose so...[No.Comment.]

[fionnuisce]

...Did I say something wrong?

[only everything you loser]

[frilliance]

Er....nothing. (I probably shouldn't respond to that absurd comparison. Not if I want to avoid a splitting headache afterwards.)