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Miles Edgeworth, Chief Prosecutor. Independent || semi-selective written by Ari Please take a moment to read the guidelines. Played all games, including AAI2, however not DGS OC blog @ detectivenevinhart

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genieuslaw​:

   Oh…

   He was resting. A wave of relief washes over her at the sight, and her smile only widens. It’s…odd to see someone she’d pictured to be so strict and frightening look so peaceful and harmless.

   She really doesn’t want to wake him, but, getting food in his system was for the best! He could always sleep after he’d eaten! Falling asleep was always so much easier on an empty stomach, after all.

   Imogen very carefully approaches, nervous about the next move.

   “…Mister Edgeworth?” she starts, before gently shaking his shoulder. “Mister Edgeworth…soup is ready..! Wake up and have some, won’t you?”

          Thankfully, the smell of the soup alone was enough to make Miles begin to stir, and his previously calm and gentle sleeping demeanor soon was creased with a small frown once again, and his eyes fluttered open at the touch on his shoulder.

          The very first moments after he opened his eyes, a mild panic set in, and he almost jerked up in his seat as an instict, focusing all his mind not to overreact -- there was supposed to be someone at his house this time. It wasn’t a nightmare or anything of the sort.

          Just an extremely kind, young woman with a bowl of homemade soup, standing before him... with his precious dog at her heel, at that.

          “Ah-- ... I apologize,” he murmured, voice and eyes still clouded with sleep as he straightened in the chair and put the file away. His glasses were still on his nose, so at least they didn’t slip off during his nap. “Quite unbecoming of me. You did say I should rest, however it still feels... rude.”

          He cleared his throat, coughing a fair bit afterwards. Curses... he could only hope not to have spread anything to her, at least... 

          “You... really did make the soup...?” he asked, eyebrows rising briefly at the sight. Amazingly, his pantry ended up well-enough stocked, by some miracle, then.

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genieuslaw​:

   Thank goodness…

   Though most of his caving in was probably due to being sick, Imogen was still relieved he listened to her, if only for this one time.

   With a light laugh, she lightly urges him away once more.

   “Trust me, when you live on the budget I do, you learn how to make do with what you have..!” in truth, she’d scoured so many cookbooks when time allowed simply because of her meager budget. You can make a lot from a little, you just need to know what you’re doing!

   “Now, please rest…”

- - - - -

   Time has come and gone so quickly, but the young woman is so lost in cooking, she doesn’t even seem to notice.

   She hadn’t exactly left his kitchen a mess, but, going back and forth with prepping and substituting things were she needed had her leaving some things around. She’d clean afterwards, soup came first, soup was important!

   It isn’t quite what her grandmother used to make, but, it smells just as good. The substitutions may be a little odd, but it shouldn’t taste bad by any means! She’s been taking little tastes here and there like a proper chef anyway! But it was also a blessing she had a pack of emergency ramen in her bag, because there wasn’t anything even resembling a noodle in this house.

   Her absentminded humming, as well as the scent, has woken Pess, who comes trotting in curiously. She turns, and smiles brightly at her.

   “Oh, hello..! Do you wanna take this to Mr. Edgeworth with me? Let’s not keep him waiting, okay?”

          Miles, for his part, had settled in the armchair by the fireplace ( it was far more difficult to nod off than if he’d gone for the couch, or so he had hoped ), once again realizing the unfairness of how lavish his life was compared to other Police Department workers. It has been this way for quite a while now, and the issue was nagging him more and more once he reached his most recent promotion to the Chief Prosecutor. Perhaps he really did need to pay far more attention to the evaluations he’d been a part of, and make certain that everyone is paid well and accordingly.

          Still, alas, despite his cunning plan to continue working while Imogen kept herself busy in the kitchen, all he managed was just opening one of the files and skimming through the first page before his eyelids became heavy, and what little there was left of his focus slipped into a light nap. 

          Pess, unused to the delicious smells coming from the kitchen, really felt she had to check for herself -- and there really was a new person, and she was most certainly brewing up something very, very tasty! Her ears perked up once Imogen addressed her, and she trots even closer, cautiously sniffing at her heels, before her tail starts wagging. She seems to understand what was said exceptionally well, as the Shiba Inu makes a little spin in place before skidding happily back to the living room.

          By the time they arrived, though, they’d find Edgeworth fast asleep in the chair, file opened in his lap and head tilted to the side and resting on his shoulder. 

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genieuslaw​:

   “I won’t have that.” if she may be so bold! He was finally agreeing to rest, at least, so maybe she could get him to bend on the cooking part!

   Though her voice is still soft and far from demanding, its clear she means business!

   “Guest or not…um…” she averts her eyes, continuing to fidget with her sleeves, “…my grandma used to make soup for me all the time when I was sick. Even on my worst days, it always made me feel better. Something about a nice, warm, easy meal…its like a hug, you know?”

   …she’s pretty sure both she and Miles Edgeworth have had the same number of hugs in their life time, which is very few.

   Still, she steps aside and carefully pushes him away from the kitchen.

   “You made me tea that day, remember? And it really meant a lot to me. Right now, you’re doing me another really nice favor…so let me repay you, okay?”

          Her words fell onto him like a ton of bricks, and he could feel the weight on his shoulders and the stiffness in his back. It wasn’t even that she said something inappropriate, far from it -- her words were kind and warm, just like the idea of a homemade meal she proposed.

          Still... images of days gone by flashed through his mind, those very distant days that were becoming more and more hazy with each passing year. Because hadn’t his father done the very same for him? He distinctly remembered Gregory Edgeworth doing his best to nurse him back to health in his rare moments of illness, and soup was undeniably a part of that. 

         The memories were good and precious... but the finality of them all still hurt, at times.

          “I... do not know if what’s in the pantry will be enough,” he began quietly, averting his eyes, looking somewhere to the side instead. “however... I suppose... I can allow it, if... it means so much to you.”

          Because he would not voice it so easily, but her offer meant quite a lot to him, as well. 

          And she had no idea just how correct she’d been in her presumptions.

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tactful-kind-daedra​:

The rain came quite suddenly that afternoon. Perhaps she should have given more credit to the weather news that day. Daedra silently berated herself as she took shelter under the building awning. She’d brought her umbrella to work today… but the bright sunshine from the window convinced her she could leave it back at her desk when she went out.

The joke was clearly on her…

The redhead quietly watched the steady downpour as it hit the streets and sidewalks. She didn’t mind rain in general, it was usually very nice when it fell so calmly like this, no wind or chill. But, right now she had to get back to answering the phones and filing.

It seemed Mr. Edgeworth was in a similar predicament. the few times she occasionally glanced over to him, he seemed to be fidgeting and checking the time on his watch. 

“Oh, do you really think that would be necessary?” she asked, before jerking a bit when she realized how that must have sounded. “Ah… I suppose you do have very important meetings to be in all day, Mr. Edgeworth. It just seems like quite a loss of money for the short distance.”

Taxi prices in the city were outrageous! She’d never be able to afford using them so often, and even with buses, she tended to try and walk on particularly beautiful days.

          She, of course, had been absolutely correct.

          And he could feel himself straightening ever so slightly at her comment, a quick glance towards her betraying just how off-guard it had caught him. Not many people tended to call him out on his comfortable lifestyle, even if this wasn’t her intention in the slightest. Most of the time he didn’t need to pay any mind to how often he’d been using a taxi or anything of the sort -- he drove his own car on a regular day, but that day was proving to be less and less regular by the minute.

          “I... cannot say you’re wrong, by any means.” He agreed, breathing a thin sigh before a dry chuckle passed his lips. His salary rendered him so well off he barely knew what to do with the money, so most of it was stashed away on an account and gathering interest... Still, he was more than content to support those closest to him and maybe spoil them a little bit every now and again.

          Suddenly, he almost felt... silly. Perhaps the idea to simply dash through the rain was the correct one, rather than standing there at the mercy of the weather. His suit could be dry-cleaned, and his shoes... would most likely survive. Possibly...?

          He once again humored the thought of using his briefcase to shield himself from the rain, but dismissed it with a shake of his head. He’d much rather get soaked himself than risk damaging the files.

          “So... what do you suppose we do?”

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genieuslaw​:

   Imogen can’t help but gawk around a bit at the house. It’s HUGE! It put her pathetic apartment to shame! One of these rooms was probably the size of her entire living space! They really were worlds apart, weren’t they…?

   She can’t help but smile brightly at the sleeping dog though. Animals always put her at ease. It’s hard to stop from petting the sleeping pup, but…maybe later.

   For now she-! Ah…?

   Work…still…?

   Frowning, the young woman stops herself from getting too far away just yet.

   “You’re…not even going to rest a little? That’s not very good, sir…” she tugs absently at her sweater’s sleeves.

   “I used to…neglect my health a lot when I was younger. For work’s sake. It…really didn’t help me much, so…I’d hate if you did something similar.” but he has no reason to listen to her. You’re no one, Imogen.

   Clearing her throat a bit, she gestures towards the kitchen.

   “Do you have much home..? I thought I could um…try to make you some soup, at the very least…”

          Oh, wonderful. He’d allowed another Wright and Gumshoe caliber worrywart into his very home. Worst of all, he couldn’t quite say that she’d been wrong, either. It may have been just a small infection, but he could tell that he wasn’t of age anymore to power through every and all sickness for the sake of not falling behind with work. Not to mention, the number of vacation days he had piled up was becoming alarming enough even to himself.

          If he overexerted himself, he wouldn’t be able to do much of anything... wasn’t that correct?

          “I... won’t say that my behaviour is one to imitate, no.” He agreed, his voice raspy and always on the verge of a cough when he spoke. “I’m glad you’ve learned from your own experience that it’s far from a healthy lifestyle.”

         Still... he found himself shuffling uncomfortably in the hallway, looking between the papers in his hand and his guest, beginning to consider forfeiting in this particular case; he could still work once she leaves, after all... but then her offer caught him entirely off-guard.

          Her... making soup? For him?? 

          He realized he’d been standing there in silence, mouth half-closed for what was far too long to not be rude -- and so he cleared his throat, one hand pressed to his chest as offered the tiniest bow. 

          “Miss Kastel, I couldn’t possibly have a guest cook for me...! How very unbecoming would that be...!” He was saying that, however... the smallest part of him missed homemade cooking so very much, and what little glimpses he had of it he cherished very deeply ( there were guests he did not mind shuffling about in his kitchen at all, but a first-time one... and they hardly knew each other at that, it just felt like he’d have been unfairly making use of his status... )

          “Please, do not trouble yourself for my sake.”

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genieuslaw​:

{ Concerning Mr. Edgeworth… @turnaboutprosecutor​ }

   It was meant to be a quick and easy task! Deliver these documents to Mr. Edgeworth, and head home for the night before the storm hit hard. She could do that! And hey, maybe she could even prove herself to be that much more useful and reliable to them!

   …but of course something had to happen.

   …something always happened.

   Really, she’d have no issue trying to trudge home in the blizzard! But she knows even suggesting that to Mr. Edgeworth would get her in more trouble. So, with eyes still fixed on the storm outside, she nods, accepting the offer.

   She won’t let this be for nothing, though. He was doing her a favor! So she’d make herself useful for sure! Just watch and be amazed!

   Slowly and shyly, Imogen removes her coat and scarf before shuffling her boots off.

   “I-It’s okay…just…get back to resting like you were before I was here. …Do you…um…mind if I use you kitchen, though…?”

          “Ah-- umm, yes, do make yourself at, er. Home.” 

          Miles cleared his throat again, making way for Imogen to walk inside and locking the door behind her, silently contemplating his own offer. This was... the correct thing to do, was it not? He’d be lying if he said he had been feeling completely comfortable -- he rarely had guests over, let alone someone that wasn’t a part of the Wright family or people of similar closeness. 

          He politely took her outerwear and put it in the closet by the door, gesturing towards the living room to invite her further into the house. 

          The house which seemed... far too spacious for just one person to live in, but such it was. Most lights were off, save for a standing lamp by the couch and the quietly burning fireplace, so very fitting for a cold, snowy day. An old Shiba Inu was sleeping on a pillow, seemingly undisturbed by the unexpected guest as it snored softly, nose buried into a well-worn blanket.

          “And do not worry, I’ve not been sleeping or anything -- there’s still work to be done,” he said, lifting up the documents that she herself had brought. “The kitchen is to the left, but I’m afraid there isn’t much to speak of in terms of food there.”

          In fact, his kitchen seemed barely used at all, save for the kettle, still warm on the stove from when he made tea not too long prior, and an extremely vast assortment of teas. 

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▓ !

Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together   ▓  - The awful weather forced our muses to stay stuck home

          Honestly, what were the odds...?

          The one day he chose to remain back home due to a mild -- what he suspected -- viral infection, for the benefit of both himself and other people he might have inconvenienced otherwise, also ended up being the day that someone from the station had the bright idea to send in a certain young woman with the paperwork that needed his attention, instead of an officer that would have been passing his house either way, or even Detective Gumshoe...

          And of course it would have been their luck that the weather decided to play the most atrocious prank, setting off a heavy snowfall just as Imogen was at his door, having planned to simply drop the documents off and go back to the station. Now both of them were standing in the doorway, watching the big, heavy snowflakes pummel down onto his driveway, obscuring the world to the point of anything past two feet was barely visible. This... wouldn’t do.

          “Um, Miss Kastel,” he began, clearing his sore throat, as to sound just a bit less like he’d swallowed a frog “perhaps it would be wiser for you to remain here until the weather clears.” An unlikely offer from the likes of Miles Edgeworth, but it would have been even more unlikely of him to send off someone on their way in such conditions. He would call her a taxi later on, but now even that wouldn’t have proven very quick or efficient.

          “I am ill, however, so do take care to keep your distance.”

[turnaboutprosecutor]

☁ - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place

Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together

          Good grief...

          Perhaps he should’ve known better at that point, to at least keep an emergency umbrella in his briefcase, as to prevent situations precisely like the one he’s found himself in.

          Well, himself and the young woman to his side, who was pressing against the outer wall of some nearby establishment to shield herself as much as possible from the pouring rain. He’d been on his way back to the office from an errand, and they bumped into each other on the way -- and given that she was a trusty secretary, he found no issue in accompanying her to the building. He even almost managed some small talk, but the weather chose that exact moment to interrupt them with a crash of thunder as the sky darkened in moments and a wall of pouring water fell upon them.

          Grumbling under his breath, he stole a quick glance at his watch -- already running late... -- and then followed suit after Daedra, pressing his back against the wall ( first assessing just how dirty that would render his jacket ). If he were some of the men he’d known, he’d simply throw the briefcase over his head and run towards the office, but he had too much respect for the documents in it ( and for his shoes ) to attempt such a thing. Besides, it would have been extremely unbecoming to leave a young lady behind.

          “Perhaps a taxi is in order...”

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Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together

 ‽ - Our muses get lost together ☁ - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place ₪  - Due to an accident, your muse was given the same Hotel Room as mine… ✂ - Our muses discover to have a common enemy/rival…and decide to collaborate ♕ - Our muses compete  for the same prize ❤ - Our muses go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other ☀ - My muse is found guilty, your muse gets mistaken for their collaborator and is forced to run away with them. ♡  - Our muses must pretend to be in a relationship ◎ - My muse finds yours injured ❂  - Your muse finds mine injured ▓  - The awful weather forced our muse to stay stuck home ( Bonus if one of them doesn’t live there) ✮  - Our muses must find a place where to spend the night

[turnaboutprosecutor]

“ … not many people really talk to me … “ {hello!}

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS: THE THIRD

          “And yet, here we are, are we not?”

          It was strange, Miles found himself thinking, that as unapproachable as he had once been ( and sometimes made himself out to be ), there would still somehow be people flocking to him, desperate for his attention. In the past it were mostly those who thought to win a favor with his mentor ( and one very, very persistent attorney ), some... more colorful characters, and now, given his current status, there was possible favor to be won with him. 

          Still, he never found himself much of a ‘people person’, trying as he might with a pool of those he could call dear to him slowly expanding. He wanted to be someone they enjoyed company of. But... perhaps he was missing the point entirely, and nobody needed him to change. 

          They were there for him, weren’t they...?

          ...A wild idea, in and of itself.

          And the young woman before him, so fragile and yet dipping her toes in the world of crime and law didn’t appear to really want anything of him. As busy as his schedule was, and as little time as he had to spare when visiting the Police Department, he found himself treasuring the little moments when they bumped into each other in the hallways, or when she would insist on bringing him the ( now correctly made!) tea, when the current conversation had spurred from in the first place.

          He just... wished to see her well. He’d seen far too many children devastated by the world they’d dedicated their careers to ( himself included ), so if he could watch over at least one, even from a distance... He would have found himself at ease, if only slightly.

          ...How selfish.

[turnaboutprosecutor]

🤝Imogen Kastel Protection Squad 🤝

          ;ooc No matter the verse, the child is safe when Miles Edgeworth’s around!

[dovingmemes]

random sentence starters: the third

change around as you see fit!

“ i want to be like you. “

“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “

“ what’s the plan here ? “

“ please just … come home. “

“ all i’m saying is that jurassic park could happen ! “

“ jeez , who pissed in your cornflakes this morning ? “

“ i’m a simple person. i see a cool rock , i pick it up. “

“ you’re so cute and i literally can not handle it right now , so i have to go— “

“ hey , uh , what do you got there ? “

“ we’re not friends. “

“ so , do you come here often or … ? “

“ slow down , i just want to get to know you … “

“ i’m angry at you ! i’m upset ! and you … you don’t even care ! “

“ will you promise to marry me in the future ? “

“ what are your thoughts on having kids ? “

“ oh , come on ! they were literally holding hands and becoming self aware of their own mortality ! it was a sad moment— stop laughing at me ! toy story 3 didn’t have to do us like that ! “

“ you’re my best friend. i’ll always have your back. “

“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “

“ you don’t have to be jealous , you know~ “

“ sing me a song. “

“ did you do this ? “

“ for once can you please be honest with me ? “

“ lets run away together. anywhere. i’m tired of this life. “

“ are you binge watching that show on netflix again ? “

“ how much britney spears i’ve listened to in the last 72 hours is none of your business ! “

“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “

“ why are you leaving ? “

“ admit it … i drive you wild. “

“ you’re so infuriating. “

“ i hate this town. “

“ i’m one call away , okay ? just one call. “

“ you want me so bad , don’t you ? “

“ i’ll just live in the forest as a goblin. “

“ you don’t know what i’m capable of. “

“ you want a tattoo of what now ? “

“ i can’t believe i’m confessing this but … i really really like you. “

“ look me in the eye when you’re breaking my heart ! you don’t get to look away , dammit ! “

“ i can’t believe we’ve just sat here for four hours and have done nothing. “

“ hey , hey , hey … guess what ? “

“ you are my platonic soulmate. “

“ someone thought we were a couple so like , we totally just hit best friend goals. “

“ the bigger the boobs , the stronger they are. that’s anime logic , at least. “

“ i can’t believe i fell in love … like an idiot. “

“ i’ve never fallen in love before … what’s it like ? “

“ hello ? 911 ? i’d like to report a murder of my remaining brain cells …. “

“ wow , look who remembered my existence. “

“ you want to hear a story ? oh uh … well … uh … l — let me tell you all about how this boy’s life got flipped turned upside down— “

“ … not many people really talk to me … “

“ tell me all about you. anything. everything. “

[turnaboutprosecutor]

✍️ Oh! A note! It's written in pretty fancy cursive, actually. Let's see; "𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎." along with a few stray doodles of little tea cups.

Nonverbal RP Starters

✍️ Pass my muse a note

          It wasn’t every day that among the usual stacks of correspondence that arrived at his desk each morning, there would be a slip of paper with shape and size so unlike the tan envelopes and folders he was so used to.

          At first, he was certain this couldn’t have been meant for him -- true, there were people he could have half-suspected of sending him mushy notes like that, but it did not fit either of them. Soon enough, however, his mind arrived at the correct memory... of a young girl he somehow made cry in the lounge, over a cup of tea. And she was thanking him for that, of all things...?

          Still... the charm was emanating from this tiny piece of paper, and he could tell Imogen had been honest in her writing, somehow. Honest enough, that he could feel a soft smile tugging at his lips as he slipped the note into his organizer, next to very few others he ever decided to keep.

          Perhaps they would have an opportunity to converse once more in the near future... and perhaps there would be no need for tears this time.

[rp-thoughts-and-activities]

Send “🔐” for our muses to be locked in a room together!

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Lock and Key”)

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[turnaboutprosecutor]

genieuslaw​:

   Learn about…her?

   But why? Just to pass some time? Perhaps for a laugh? She was nothing but a failure, after all. There was nothing particularly interesting about her…he wasn’t wrong about Detective Gumshoe. He was one of the kindest people here! So if anyone would bring her up, it would be him…

   What was she supposed to say?

   Imogen looks into her cup for answers.

   “Um…I’m Imogen Kastle, but, uh, you already knew that. I’ve um…only been here for a few months, so, I’m only an assistant. I…I um…I studied at Themis for a few years before coming here…”

          Miles Edgeworth might not have had the best eye for nuance and social cues, but even he could tell how taken aback Imogen was by his question. Lowering his cup slightly, he watched her carefully and... listened. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, an image of himself as a little boy flashed through his memory; just as uncertain, skiddish and unable to look anyone in the eye.

          ...perhaps this was the reason he decided to sit with her to begin with.

          “--do not feel obligated to talk about yourself if it’s a discomfort in any way,” he began, abandoning the hints of playfulness for the time being. It felt like... a different approach was more appropriate. He could deduce well enough that her choice of words about Themis surely was no accident, and he decided not to pry. He could relate far too well to having things too painful to talk about. “I apologize if I was too forward.”

          “And I’d say there’s no such thing as ‘only’ an assistant,” Miles insisted, taking another sip of his tea “Especially in place such as this. You’ll find your footing in time, so don’t be too hard on yourself.”

          Really... it almost felt as if he was giving her a talk he wished he ever received.