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

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[casaposa]

[Pess-ridiculous. He's going to keep calling her bambina.]

It was hardly antagonistic. You're the one that took offense to the slip of a hand.

[It definitely wasn't a slip-it was 100% intentional, but at least he got an answer how to provoke Miles. The dog is clearly a hot topic with him.]

I was letting you know where she was. That dog was sound asleep when I left. I doubt even your voice could rouse her.

[jurisprudence]

Don't make such careless mistakes in the future.

[This from the guy who regularly gets people's names wrong in canon but guess what those people aren't HIS DOG.]

So you're not even in the apartment and you're complaining about the heat?

[casaposa]

Your dog was, not me. She's the one who buried herself in the couch

[Not that he would complain one bit if the heat was kicked up a notch. Winter? He hates it. It's like he's living in Switzerland.]

[jurisprudence]

That's not from being cold. She frequently crawls under blankets in that manner.

[casaposa]

[He'd call bullshit on that, but he's never had any pet let alone a dog. Do they burrow? Somehow he feels like this is specific to Miles only.]

Why?

[jurisprudence]

Because she's waiting for me.

[casaposa]

Is that so? Then don't keep her waiting. She was like that for some time before I left.

[jurisprudence]

She's familiar with my habits. I'll arrive in due course.

[casaposa]

What are you even doing?

[Maybe some people have JOBS Caesar.]

[jurisprudence]

Drafting cease and desist letters?

Working, in a more general sense.

[casaposa]

More chicken disputes to settle? I'm stunned this many come to you to deal with their own problems.

[But whatever-at least he's working or showing some dedication to something.]

I'll be back late. There are leftovers from last night in the refrigerator. Those should take you through the evening.

[jurisprudence]

No, not chicken disputes. Inappropriate behavior at the training grounds in need of sanction.

Where are you going, so late?

[casaposa]

[Training grounds? Well, he's there often enough that a part of him is curious as to what is deemed inappropriate there.]

What behavior?

There was a quest posted recently. Something about a strange beast made of fire-I plan to subdue it with these new powers.

[jurisprudence]

Public squatting, general indecency. A man attempted amorous relations with a snowman.

You're asking for trouble. Why not do something more practical, if you're interested in a quest? Build a fairy house. Charm someone to take a sleigh ride with you.

[casaposa]

[A snowman? That actually makes him snort out a laugh. He'll keep an eye out for that next time, just to see that ridiculous display with his own two eyes and to hopefully watch him read that particular cease and desist note.]

A doubt a letter will stop him if he's that invested in getting a date.

And I've fought beasts far worse than some oversized cat. It won't be a problem.

[jurisprudence]

Speaking from personal experience?

Suppose it is a problem. What will you do then?

[casaposa]

You should know already, unless you're asking for a repeat of our first night together.

[Magical Chapstick™ isn't necessary to fuck around with someone and he hopes that mild flirtation does its job. It seemed like he wasn't used to it. It kind of reminds him of JoJo.

Screw you, Miles.]

There won't be. I know how to hold my own and win a fight with or without hamon. Magic. Whatever you wish to call it.