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Certified memory-foam meme

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!

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[HE NEEDS THIS.]

[In the mood for anything specific from the prompts?]

[Not really, feel free to RNG - I'm not really in the mood for shipping but platonic fluff is fair game.]

[Court cases were hardly unusual for the Sigmund Corporation. When one dealt with such a tricky thing as fiddling with the memories of the terminally ill there was bound to be a court case or two at some point. That was even with the ill individual signing up with the company to have their memories fiddled with in order to grant a wish the ill person themselves had specified.

Dr. Eva Rosalene was therefore a stickler for procedures. She loved her job even if aspects of it left her disillusioned sometimes and she had no desire to go through court cases for potential misconduct or not fulfilling a patient's wishes. She and Neil had already barely skirted that dangerous cliff during the Johnny Wyles case years ago so she wants any other cases that might crop up to be airtight as far as how she and Neil did on said case.

Today is another such case, one that's probably cut and dry but the family has raised such a mess over that it's become a tangled affair. They're among the growing number that protest the Sigmund Corporations' work and the alterations of memories in general. It's come down to them calling not just the Corporation but the Memory Traversal Agents as well as their Technical Support partners into question. They were looking to sue the entire company and it's employees, not just the agents over their particular case.

Eva had been unanimously voted as the more leveled headed and logical of the lot and had been sent in representation of them all multiple times now. She always arrives with any requested paperwork neatly bound and arranged with some eye towards how it will be used. As of late though she's begun arriving with other things too.]

Here. Pick one.

[She's got an appointment today and right on time the sound of her voice comes through Edgeworth's door before she knocks. Everything else is a bit muffled but soon she does knock, waiting for some acknowledgement before she opens the door.

She's dressed in her Sigmund lab coat, the dark shade of her turtleneck popping out from under the white collar. There's a binder tucked under her arm and in her hands she bears a brown take out carrier dotted with takeout cups of drinks. A few are noticeably missing from the arrangement.]

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[Personally, Edgeworth did not care for people manipulating others' memories, but who was he to meddle in others' affairs if people voluntarily offered themselves up for such a procedure? In any case, his beliefs and opinions had no place in court. He was only interested in evidence - although from an intellectual point of view he was quite interested in seeing how the Sigmund Corporation cases would pan out.

A knock on his door makes him look up from his own assortment of files. He sets his folder aside and opens the door. When he sees who it is, he instantly recognizes her; she was rapidly becoming as much a fixture in the Prosecutor's Office as the prosecutors themselves.]

Why, thank you, Doctor. Is there...some sort of occasion?

[Obviously the drinks were not evidence for the most recent case - one involving a journalist who had begun to write libelous articles on the Sigmund Corporation after catching wind of the protests.]

[At the question a grin quirks the corner of her lips.]

I figured since I do this for my office I may as well for this one.

[She gestures the carryout tray before she enters the rest of the way and settles it on a side table well away from his desk. The last thing anyone needed was more than one full cup of coffee (or tea) right on their desk.]

I got you tea but if you're in the mood for coffee there's definitely a few more there.

[The cups are all marked -- T for tea, C for coffee and one labeled 'Chocolate'. Hot chocolate maybe?]

If I'm going to be constantly here I might as well pay the coffee fee.

[It's said in an amused, joking manner but she well knows what buys friendliness among the overworkers no matter what the job. And that's caffeine.]

[After the prosecutor spent most of the last week shut up in his office working on a case, Gumshoe ended up dragging him out for a walk around Gourd Lake! The detective takes a deep inhale while walking along the path.]

C'mon sir, take in that fresh air! It'll do you good!

[It's a super important case! Nothing like a double murder to keep one busy - not to mention, it's hard to say no to Kay showing up periodically for help on her homework essays.

Edgeworth doesn't have fond memories of Gourd Lake, but it's the nearest scenic spot that isn't full of people.]

[Is it really fresh if it carries the risk of hay fever?]

Hmph. At least the air is better here than around the office. Shouldn't you be at work, Detective?

[Anything that happened here is ancient history as far as Gumshoe is concerned, and he's sure Edgeworth feels exactly the same on the matter! They are clearly always on the same wavelength.

So nothing like a nice, peaceful stroll with the boss. Gumshoe gives a smarmy grin as he's asked that question.]

Heh. What if I told you that I already am, sir? I got a patrol officer to let me cover his beat this afternoon, and it goes all the way along this path! It's all so I can see you through a relaxing afternoon, Mr. Edgeworth! [Then his smile turns a little sheepish.] Just, uh, I might have to run off at some point if there's any crime!

You wouldn't be the only one.

[Edgeworth would already be in the area if that happened, but he just wishes, y'know, crimes don't occur so close to him for a while? He tucks his hands into his pockets, feeling the cover of his organizer inside his left pocket.]

I hope you did not take that patrol officer from his regular shift.

I... kinda did! [He rubs at his head.] But it's just for one day, sir! And it's an important cause! We gotta get you feeling all nice and refreshed.

[Waiting for a client’s bail to be processed is nothing new for Saul Goodman. What is different is that he typically doesn’t wait around while it’s processing. He’s a busy guy with things to do and commercials to run, on top of the generally chilly manner most of the court employees regard him with these days. But today, his appointments aren’t too far from the detention center, so he opted to come in person and supervise today.

But waiting in silence is always uncomfortable at best for him. Absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the countertop, Saul glances around the room before his gaze settles on Edgeworth. He doesn’t exactly recognize him, but he can appreciate an unorthodox suit color, given his usual flair for colorful suits and ties.]

Nice ruffles. Very Beethoven-chic.

[Today was fairly uneventful for Edgeworth, on the other hand; some bozo thought it would be funny to try and rob a convenience store with a toy gun so guess where the said bozo is now. He was waiting to question the robber when someone speaks up - speaks to him, and Edgeworth slowly looks up.

A lawyer, no doubt.]

I believe the term you are looking for is "cravat". [It's more dignified than just "ruffles".]

Potato, potahto. The retro vibes are the same no matter what you call it.

[He waves his hand just a bit dismissively at Edgeworth's correction, because he really doesn't care for whatever the real name. Ruffles are ruffles no matter what you want to call them. The bad part, for Edgeworth, is that now that he's responded to Saul, he's Saul's new distraction while waiting for bail for some loser who tried to rob a convenience store with a toy gun to be processed.]

Saul Goodman. I don't think we've met before.

[IT'S NOT RETRO - yeah, you know what, he's going to drop this topic.]

I'm Miles Edgeworth, public prosecutor. You are a defense attorney, I take it?

[That would explain the ignorance of proper ruffle terminology. Not to mention, he has not seen Saul until today so clearly Saul isn't one of the prosecutors.]

Got it in one. An ally to the downtrodden, a voice for the voiceless. You know how it goes; I take care of the legal mumbo jumbo, they take care of the payment plan.

[Prosecutor, though. Saul's not too shocked; Edgeworth has that kind of vibe to him. A bit of a hardass stickler for the law, the complete opposite of him and the sort of prosecutor he prefers to deal with. But, it never hurts to know more about who's hanging around these days.]

What brings someone of your illustrious status down to mingle with us common folk?

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Certified memory-foam meme

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney

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5!

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7-ish I’m so sorry edgeworth

oh boy the best place to bond amirite

bonding while paying bond, a classic

Let's see how long it will take before Edgeworth wants to BAIL

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