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Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: ~~When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose.~~ "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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You're sorry. I forgive you. Have some cake.

[The words come quickly and a piece of cake is pushed into Edgeworth's hands. Diarmuid is smiling, having finally relaxed a little after Waver had promised not to hurt or kill anyone. The promise is only for today, but it's better than nothing.]

It was one of Ruana's games if you want to talk about what I think you want to talk about. I don't blame you.

Er.....[He is rather taken aback when the cake is suddenly shoved into his hand. This was not a reaction he expected. He glances at the cake, as if it were an animal in a zoo and he was not quite sure how to react to it.]

[Diarmuid raises an amused eyebrow at Edgeworth.]

It won't bite and it actually quite good since Shion made it. Try some.

[He motions toward the cake and then becomes more serious.]

We are friends, aren't we?

[The way Edgeworth had treated him while his heart had been missing suggested that anyway.]

Friends forgive each other when bad things happen. Let it go.

Ah...yes, thank you. (Hmm.....I should track down this Shion so I can thank him too.)

[Then Edgeworth hears the 'friend' bit..

Diarmuid implied that Edgeworth was his friend before. Were they friends? Well, they had spent time in the same room. And even though the prosecutor didn't talk about it much, he did fuss over the man when he was hurt and...

Edgeworth falls silent. It's clear that he's thinking about this but he doesn't look repulsed by what Diarmuid has said.]

You're welcome.

[Since Edgeworth seems to be thinking about what he has said instead of moping any longer, Diarmuid is happy to allow him some silence to do so. He picks up a drink he has been nursing--he's already had some of the cake--and waits for the man to finally work things out. Ruana's game had caused those caught up in it be horrible to those who were the most important to him.

Considering how mean Edgeworth had been to him then, afterward Diarmuid had decided that the man must consider him a friend...no matter how prickly he is usually...]

[A long pause of deep and philosopical thoughts and...]

......I suppose we are friends, in a sense.

[Guess who sucks at expressing his feelings? But hey, at least he's not exactly denying the idea.]

And your face didn't crack in half when you said it.

[A smirk turns up the corner of Diarmuid's mouth.]

I'm so proud of you. There is hope!

And just what do you mean by that?!

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes and sighs.]

It's a joke, Edgeworth. Friends make them with each other. Really, I never thought i would say this, but it appears there is someone in this place more uptight than Waver...

Not wanting to look like a fool means I'm uptight? [Except......he teases his friends all the time. To his male friends, his teasing is a bit harsher.

Although Franziska could easily be a good competitor for the top spot of, "Most prickly person in Animus".]

No, but not bothering to learn the difference between when someone is trying to tease you and when someone is legitimately trying to make you look like a fool does.

[Sorry, Edgeworth. In Diarmuid's eyes, that top spot is all yours...]

....

[And because he hates being wrong....]

Heh. O-of course I know the difference.

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at Edgeworth.]

You realize you are a terrible liar...

[Test time, Edgeworth! Is he teasing or trying to make a fool of you. Hmmm...?]

Ngrrk?!

[Yep, he is an awful liar.]

Mmhmm... Thought, so.

[It's hard to tell if Diarmuid is disappointed or just amused.]

Want to try that again?

(I-I think that it would be best to steer away from this conversation. Far, far away...)

Er...a-anyway, before I forget to do so, I must say congratulations on your wedding.

[Diarmuid sighs and rolls his eyes, but doesn't press any farther. Really, Edgeworth. Making things so difficult...]

It's not really a wedding you know...

[DEAL.]

Ah, it's not? My mistake. I apologize. [But it's something to do with Waver's and Diarmuid's relationship. He can work out that much.]

[Diarmuid waves a dismissive hand.]

Don't worry about it. If things were different, it probably would be a wedding celebration, but this is the Tower and...

[His words trail off. Even Edgeworth should be able to understand what he means. He's been in the Tower just as long as Diarmuid has, after all.]

(Our time is going to run out soon. Besides, I doubt that Ruana wants us to enjoy ourselves.)

I see.....[Edgeworth isn't going to press on it. He does look sympathetic though.]

[Since gloomy thoughts, Edgeworth. Everyone keeps telling Diarmuid the fact that time is short is the very reason they should take time to celebrate these kinds of things...]

It is what it is. So, are you okay with everything that happened while your heart was stolen now?

[Oh, what's this? It's a surprise shift back to that thing you were trying to avoid talking about...]

[Edgeworth, to be fair, was not trying to avoid the subject per say.He may not want to talk about it but....he's not going to pretend that he did not do anything wrong when he actually DID. Especially not to the people he hurt. ....

...I make no excuse for my what I did.

[Diarmuid sighs, shaking his head.]

Is there really no way I can get you to understand that I forgive you? There is no reason to be so angry with yourself.

I wasn't talking about your forgiveness. [He pushes himself a lot and can be hard on himself sometimes, ok?]

Oh?

[For a moment, Diarmuid seems to be confused and then understanding dawns and he nods.]

You don't forgive yourself. I know the feeling. That, sadly, I cannot help you with aside from wishing you luck. We are our own worst enemies in things like this.