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.












