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RESIDENCE ✦ Emerald District, Sumarlok
GEMBOND ✦ SAPPHIRE This is Nyx. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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un: signalred

[jurisprudence]

Ah — hello. I realize this is a big abrupt, but you and I met a week or so back — people-watching and meat skewers. This is Miles.

I...simply thought I would check and see how you've been settling in. A follow-up seemed the least I could do, after your own kindness toward me.

So. Ah.

I hope you've been well. Thank you.

[edgeworth you disaster of a man, you sure did your best, didn't you]

<3

[warpspammer]

[ Oh, Miles, you tried your best, and Nyx will grandly not comment on the awkwardness for it instead. ]

Hey, Miles.

I can't say I've been well, but I've been doing okay enough. Getting my best bud and I settled into our apartment has been a thing. Turns out he's not the only one who's here from home, either.

[ But discussing the mess that is Noctis.... eugh. At least Ignis has always been straightforward. ]

How have you been holding up?

[jurisprudence]

Oh. Good, you've found some company, then. I'm sure that must make things easier.

[He will never admit to the fact that he's actually very relieved to have Detective Gumshoe around, but boy, is he relieved to have Dick Gumshoe around.]

Well enough. The lodgings I was assigned are serviceable enough, and the environment seems...stable. Certainly an improvement over the crater.

I'm not certain how I feel yet about the prospect of living off of a government-issued stipend. I'm more comfortable earning my own keep.

[warpspammer]

[ He won't because no one in their right mind would normally be relieved to have Dick Gumshoe around. ]

They did say at the embassy they'd dealt with these situations before. They certainly handled it better than the last embassy I had to register at.

As for the stipend... well, they were pretty clear if we wanna keep getting that we've got to do their little Sync-and-dance, so it's not without its strings. Can't say I'm very happy about that; I'd almost prefer being recruited into the military again.

[jurisprudence]

I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I've never had much trouble with embassies personally, but that's the result of various circumstances working in my favor. I'm sorry to hear your experiences haven't gone as smoothly.

When you put it that way, there's almost a "lover, not a fighter" pun to be made, isn't there?

text. @kissfroma (nsfw)

[hasitsthorns]

What do you think of my new necklace?

[ Attached is, as expected, an image file. Perhaps unexpected are the specific contents of the image.

Her face is cut off on the top of the frame to only show her lips and chin. Blond hair cascades forward over her shoulders as she leans forward into the camera while on her knees. She is holding up an - admittedly very pretty - silver necklace gingerly as if to get a better view of it in the lens. Her other hand is planted on the crumpled sheets below with fingers splayed for support.

This would all be very tame if not for the fact that she is nude. Not entirely but what is covered is still clearly meant to entice. The woman is wearing no bra but her panties are a sheer, lacy, cream-colored bikini cut. Along her upper thighs are garter belts with heart rivets that draw a line down to her pantyhose. ]

Be honest.

text; un: juro

[warpspammer]

[ He can appreciate a coy play here; the necklace is clearly not the focus of the image, for all the framing is focused on it. It's a very enticing picture, one that might get saved before he replies. ]

Fancy - not something I'd wear, though. I think the model might deserve a closer look, though ;)

[hasitsthorns]

[ She'd be proud to have it added to his gallery. ]

Lucky for you, she isn't that booked today.
Might even have time for a private audience.

text; un: m. edgeworth

[jurisprudence]

Work dinners are so painfully dreary. Without exaggeration, I'd take a meal at your bar any day of the week.

ATT: whineanddine.jpg

text; un: juro

[warpspammer]

Lib would be appalled at what they've done to that meat. And is that three pieces of broccoli on your damn plate?

Anything exciting going on in the world of permits?

[jurisprudence]

It's chicken, as far as I can tell. And I believe that's the garnish.

I've moved up in the world since my days of permit-pushing. Now I'm in the department of general counsel for Gembond affairs. In other words, when you inevitably get arrested for public indecency, your file will probably cross my desk.

[warpspammer]

That's the stuff that's similar to cockatrice, yeah. Lib would definitely be offended, where's the grill marks?

Oh, fancy. So if I don't want to get in trouble, I should get that general counsel in on the public indecency.

[jurisprudence]

Nonexistent, it wasn't cooked on a grill. I believe it was roasted whole and sliced after.

Interested in joining the file on my desk, are we?

text; un: m. edgeworth

[jurisprudence]

If a girl by the name of Ema Skye contacts you, I thought I should let you know that she's an acquaintance of mine.

I indicated to her that if I'm ever on the brink of death and she isn't interested in kissing me back to life, she might reach out to you instead.

text; un: juro

[warpspammer]

... So does this make me your emergency sex contact?

That being said, I'll keep that in mind if she reaches out.

[jurisprudence]

Evidently so. No objections, I hope?

[warpspammer]

None here. Though I've no intentions of ever letting you get low enough to need to use it. Emergency situations that have been popping up otherwise, though.

[ these draugtide things tho ]

[jurisprudence]

I realize you likely intended that as an innuendo of sorts, but...that's actually a profoundly sweet sentiment.

You and yours haven't been caught up in any of it, have you?

[jurisprudence]

[And then, following a short timeskip but in the same continuity as this thread...]

All right. Let's see this so-called "entering without breaking" magic trick of yours.

[A little dinner and unwinding looks good on Edgeworth; once they'd eventually untangled from each other, he'd gone to grab a quick shower and a change of clothes while Nyx (with Pess's devoted supervision, of course) dealt with getting food on the table for the both of them. As the hot water beats down on his work-sore muscles, he tries not to dwell on notions of just how...nice it feels, knowing there's another person adding some life to his house, clunking around through his pristine perfect magazine-ad rooms, cluttering up his kitchen like a kitchen is supposed to be cluttered instead of leaving it orderly and untouched like Edgeworth usually does.

It's weirdly comforting. It's not as though he's ever really been one for constant companionship or extroverted behavior, but it's a little surprising just how easily he's taken to it, lately.

And so, time passes uneventfully. Dinner is eaten, dishes are done, some water may or may not be thrown at each other in the process of cleaning up. He catches himself laughing more than once. It's soothing, and eerily fun.

And now, with the dishes put away and a pleasant warmth settling into their stomachs after a satisfying meal, he's ready to entertain whatever nonsense it is that brought Nyx into his house (past his locks) to begin with.]

Do I have to do anything special to assist? Pick a card, check up your sleeves to ensure they're empty?

[warpspammer]

[ Nyx is glad, to help Miles unwind even a little bit. He'd been happy to reheat the food he'd brought over - enough for two servings, which were now a shared meal - while Pess followed him around. She may have been given a bit of the roast as a treat, after Nyx had put her through a few commands.

He'd have been happy to clean up on his own, but Miles insisted on helping, and that had been enjoyable, working around each other. Another set of steps to learn, and Nyx enjoying the dance in figuring it out.

Now Miles was asking about his 'magic trick' - which got Nyx rolling his eyes, but there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in it. Instead, he reached out to pick up a butter knife - the weight of which would be more familiar in his hand. ]

Nope, just need to borrow this. What you can do, though, is check to see if your bathroom window is still cracked open.

[ Miles had showered, after all, so it might be closed. Nyx gives him a wink as he heads out the front door. ]

[jurisprudence]

A butter knife. And — the bathroom window?

[It's bizarre, but by now his curiosity has gotten the better of him; ludicrous or not, he's got to know how all this plays out. He'll drive himself up a wall with wondering, otherwise.

But Nyx is out the door before there's really time for those questions to be anything but rhetorical, so he merely casts a skeptical look at Pess — who looks right back at him, entirely unsympathetic to his plight, and wags her tail in cheerful oblivion — before heading to the bathroom as directed to check the window.

Still open a crack to let out the steam, yes. The last thing he wants is for damp walls to encourage peeling paint or worse. And he assumes Nyx will be somewhere outside the window and within earshot by now, so he ventures uncertainly: ]

Still open, yes.

[warpspammer]

[ Nyx knows he's not giving Miles much of a chance to ask about what he's about to do - but in this case, showing is better than telling.

He hears Miles confirm that the window's open a little. ]

All right. Don't stand in the middle of the bathroom!

[ He gives Miles a moment to readjust, and then, with practiced ease, he flings the knife like one of his kukri's - but far less able to damage anything within if he missed, and then lets the item pull him into a warp.

From Miles's perspective, the butter knife comes sailing through the crack in the window, tumbling, and then there's a bright flash of light, a loud crack and a smell adjacent to smoke - and then Nyx is standing in the middle of the bathroom, flecks of what look like fire and ash falling away from his body and disintegrating as well, leaving no trace of the action.

Nyx absolutely has a shit eating grin on his face, still holding the butter knife in his hand. The scars on the side of his face also appear to glow, just for a faint second before they fade back to normal entirely. ]

See? No breaking.

un: lady.i

[invasif]

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There is a batch ready, if you wish to taste.

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

[jurisprudence]

[Come December 25th, a selection of boxes arrive via courier service (rather than being personally delivered) because let's face it, Edgeworth was well aware that he was most likely going to be a fucky mess come the actual Christmas holiday, and so he did what any sensible Type-A person would do and took care of it all early.

Inside the various boxes, Nyx will find a beaded necklace, a set of shotglasses, and a handwritten note.]

Nyx —

I can't promise I won't be indisposed at the time you receive these. I hope I'm not. But out of an abundance of caution, I'm setting this up in advance, to be sure that my intentions are ultimately carried out even if I'm not up to it come the actual day.

I know beads are important in Galahd. I hope you won't find this gift of them too presumptuous, but that's what I had in mind when I chose it. I saw the blue and immediately thought of your eyes. I hope you don't find that too presumptuous either. Or too sentimental.

I'm never good at putting sentiment into words, but you've always had a knack for knowing what I mean even when I say it poorly. I hope you know what I mean when I say I'm glad we met. And that you ultimately came back. To me.

— Miles

un: defaultuser00122810

[jurisprudence]

Nyx, this is Miles. The technicians here say they can restore my old account and transfer it onto a new network device, but evidently it's going to take some time yet.

I didn't want you to be concerned, if you tried to reach me and found my account temporarily deactivated.