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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 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.

Hmmm....sometimes, it's more than just us being our worst enemies....[Like he won't ever completely forgive himself for following Von Karma's creed and convicting every defendant.]

Care to explain that?

[Considering it's Edgeworth, Diarmuid is expecting a no, but he is curious enough to try anyway...]

....No. [Aww well at least you're right, Dia.]

[Diarmuid frowns slightly, but isn't surprised. He seems like he is about to speak and then his frown deepens when he sees something across the room.]

As you wish. If you will excuse me, I think I better stop Waver from hurting one of my brothers. He will regret it. I know he will...

[Eventually...]

Please, try to enjoy yourself some, all right?

[He waves to Edgeworth and then disappears into the crowd.]