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[jurisprudence]

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Miles Edgeworth ★ Ace Attorney
familiar ★ Phoenix
magic type ★ Cognitive

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[casaposa]

Far from it. Earning your name was a trial in itself.

[That's the thing about this man-Miles. Every word is precisely chosen and used like a weapon to his own advantage. It keeps Caesar on his toes because his answers need to be as accurate, as precise and as sharp as knives in turn. It's a battle-a thrilling sensation he doesn't normally get on dates.

But that what things come easily to you?

Maybe it's time for some firsthand experience.

The vegetables are in the pan close to his hand, the pasta boiling behind him, and he makes a mental note of how long he can screw around before he runs the risk of ruining their meal.

One minute, maybe, is all he has and Caesar-

Raises a hand to rest against the base of the man's neck, the other pressing against his hip. It's a loose grip-Miles can pull free if he wants.]

What comes easily to me though-care to make a guess?

[jurisprudence]

I thought I told you, I don't waste time on sweet-talkers and charlatans...

[Except that here he is, setting the knife aside so he doesn't do something stupid with it by mistake while Caesar Zeppeli reaches for him again and —

It's not that he relaxes, exactly, but he's slightly pacified by the choice of hold that Caesar chooses. He adds pressure without gripping, making it impossible to ignore his hands while at the same time never seeking to control, only hold.

Like gentling a skittish horse, he thinks idly, and then has to scowl inwardly at himself. It's an unattractive comparison when it makes him the horse.]

I can think of a few things to guess. The implications — aren't that flattering, however...

[casaposa]

[This man doesn't stop thinking-he's whispering about implications like that matters when he's the one that could be-

That is the focus of all of Caesar's interest and affections for reasons he still doesn't understand. He's waiting with bated breath for every word to cross this man's lips, to hear those slick remarks and that sassy tone.

There's a laugh-quiet, under his breath, and he tilts his head to ghost his lips across his throat.]

Then you're thinking too hard. Accept the moment for what it is.

[jurisprudence]

I'd be a terrible prosecutor if I were willing to accept things "as-is".

[It's a sort of rueful admission — he was, after all, precisely that variety of prosecutor once — but then Caesar kisses his throat and all thoughts of anything other than that immediately go right out the window.]

I...

[He draws a breath, shaky, and admits in a fainter tone: ]

I don't understand. I'm not...worth this effort. Why bother...?

[casaposa]

[This intimate confession is unexpected and that honesty throws him off more than any bizarre riddle he could concoct. All that confidence is melting away with every kiss, every touch, and Caesar-

Is oddly proud of that. Oddly okay with it.

His feelings aren't rooted in the desire for a one night stand and he's reminded, once again, of the desperation he felt when the man gave him a chance to learn more-how he wanted to.]

You don't get to decide what's worth my time. A Zeppeli doesn't make errors in judgement.

[He presses his lips against his Adam's apple-soft, quick and meant to offer something like a comfort, even if Caesar isn't sure why he's bothering with all this effort for someone he has yet to learn about. It's strange. Unnerving.

And prosecutor reminds him of someone over the network all those days ago-could it be the same person? Unlikely. That rando was insufferable.]

I find everything I learn about you to be worthwhile, Miles.