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Actually no wait. Ooooooo you want to do [DELTARUNE CHAPTER 5 SPOILERS] ooooooooo /silly
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"Do you have a cloth with you? I think there's a smudge on my screen." - Vee to Glisten!
"Oh, of course I do, Vee! You know the importance of looking your best at all times."
A tiny mirror appears over his hand, spinning and glittering for one dazzling moment before leaving behind a cleaning cloth Glisten offers to Vee.
"You can keep it, by the way; I have plenty more where that came from. It always pays to look perfect, after all~"
But for all his pomp, the mirror's smirk is a little subdued, his brow a little more furrowed than usual as he eyes the smudge. He knows all sorts of smudges well: oil, water, dust, makeup... the usual. He knows the worst one, too, though—the inky dark that stubbornly sticks to his glass in faint handprints, just long enough for the worry it wouldn't come off to set in.
It never did, of course. But the fear always comes.
She doesn't seem any worse for wear, at least. The twisted version of Gigi must have only stolen something from her. Still, after a bit of silence, he glances over to the rest of the group (preoccupied among themselves; for once, he's glad there's no eyes on him) before sidling a little closer to her, voice lowered to a hush.
"...but you are otherwise okay, right?"
@askthekirbysquad inquired:
Not the person who sent the original ask, and I don't know enough about C.ookie R.un to ask any specific questions, but! If there's anything you just wanna ramble about (for the surrogate au or for anything else!): Here you go. Here is your excuse to do so DGSGSGH
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{ thank you!! i'll just get straight into it so i dont lose my train of thought }
@askthekirbysquad from here
“Poyo?”
“Hey! What did I-!”
"Hey. You are... small.” Ema sat down in front of the weird creature and poked it in what she assumed was its cheek.
“...and kind of cute. Here.” She offered the friend-shaped creature a Snakoo.
((...Could I perhaps ask you to turn the "If you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return" line into a writing prompt? Like, the line is used as internal monologue. And it's set sometime before Turnabout Goodbyes. Maybe Bratworth era?? But only if you're interested of course!!!))
Tired Sentence Starters (Accepting!)
Working through sleep deprivation wasn’t an uncommon affair for Miles Edgeworth, however, this was certainly the first time he had to do so completely alone.
While he’d been working in this prosecutor’s office for about a year now, he was still too used to Franziska or even Mr. von Karma himself, should he be unlucky, to stop him from nodding off. What’s more, was that since working in the States, Edgeworth found himself getting more rest than usual, although by no means was it peaceful. It never was.
However, the SL-9 incident had spawned incorrect rumors of falsified evidence, and despite the trial having ended three weeks ago, the night terrors, which had never quite stopped, had grown increasingly frightening. If Edgeworth had been waking up at six before, his dreams would shock him awake by two or three in the morning.
Weeks had passed, and the nightmares grew more and more relentless. Dark circles under the young prosecutor’s eyes were clearly visible against his usually soft face. Edgeworth tapped a finger against his desk as he struggled to keep his eyes open to read the papers before him.
Truthfully, the sheer weight of his eyelids was torturous. They longed to close, begging him to sleep, but sleep was something Edgeworth dreaded...At least, for the past eleven years. He knew he needed to finish this paperwork first, but he also knew his body yearned for slumber. He was most disappointed in himself, he was better than this. He was well aware that his body has limits, but he could be better than this. He shouldn’t sleep until all the work was finished, that was the von Karma way.
...However...they weren’t here with him. Both Mr. von Karma and Franziska were in Germany. The only one keeping him in line was himself. Therefore...He mustn’t allow himself to slack off like this! He could only imagine what sort of insults he’d hear had either of them caught him like this! Franziska would probably say... ‘If you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return.’
Edgeworth nearly snapped up at that. He could so clearly recall him telling her about his nightmares when they were young. How, the first time, she consoled him by ‘reminding’ him that it was only a dream, and that it wasn’t real. Even recollecting her uninformed statement seemed to have reopened the wound. Those days when Miles refused to get out of bed, not wanting to do anything but sleep, she’d say those exact words to get him out of bed to face the day. From her, they were fully intended to be words of encouragement, he was certain.
However, one thing always bothered him about the statement...It wasn’t that they may return, the nightmares would return. Just like they had every single night since that day. The waking world was the only escape from that hell.
With a frustrated growl, Edgeworth rubbed his eyes and removed his red and blue jacket, letting it hang from the back of his chair. He could sleep when he was ready to face that hell.
✏️ - Vee drawn by Dandy,,. Or Vi. I think it would be funny,, <3
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"I HATE YOUR EXPLODING TRICKS!! NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD STAY EXPLODED!!!"
~ For Arti
The large red slugcat's ear twitches. A few sparks jump off her fur.
That's about all the warning he gets before she arches her back and the air cracks. The resulting concussive blast sends the shrimp off the nearest ledge and down into the gaping maw of a death pit.
The Artificer then yawns. Just your average cycle.
"I HATE YOUR CAT!! I HATE ALL CATS!! STOP HAVING ONE!!!!"
~ For Mirage lmao
Should she be more concerned or amused by the fact that what resembles a puppet with a boiled shrimp for a head has the gall to tell her to stop having a cat?
...yeah, no, that's a stupid question. This shrimp's a dumb motherfucker. A comical excuse for a bully. A joke. Whatever. She could probably even punt him.
Amused might still not be the right word, though. Mirage crosses her arms.
"Yeah? That's some really bold words for a shrimp."
...oh. And she has a thought as to what to say to him.
"And anyway... Kitr's been a very good girl recently, and I'm definitely not getting rid of her. So how about you fuck off before I decide to see if you'd make a better cat treat than a person?"