[Fear not, April took a vespa as well. There is no room for Will to judge who else took one, especially when Edgeworth's isn't the tacky abomination April picked out. Will is completely unperturbed by the light in his eyes, doesn't lift a hand to "shade" them, simply watches Edgeworth pull up and stops pestering his dumb dog. Will doesn't look like much right now, but he's without any lingering scent of alcohol or the former day. He managed a shower and good brushing of teeth and all that mess before Edgeworth called, go team.
It takes both hands on the armrests to help him out of the chair, what could easily be taken as tiredness. Laziness. A leg that was asleep. Some achy bones. Plenty of assumptions to come to other than what it really is, but at least he puts forth that effort to get up on his own feet, stand and...realize that Edgeworth might actually appreciate a source of light. So after a moment where he lifts his eyebrows and looks ready to speak, he abruptly turns back to open the door, reach in, flounder with the wall, and turn on the overhead light.]
You got it. [He says once that's taken care of, shutting the door and crossing his arms over his chest in less of a defensive movement and more of not having anything to do with them other than dangle loosely at his sides. His eyes go all sorts of places, physically, need a moment to fully settle, but Will's as on point otherwise. Wave the bloody cloth under his nose, watch him go bolting into the night to find the culprit. Good dog.] So...what did you need to show me?
[For someone who could have easily been woken from a nice, needed sleep for this, he's not actually aggravated. Curious, civil. Nothing accusatory or regretful to be found.
Although maybe Edgeworth's outfit is worth a regret a two; Will can't judge on that matter, either. Better look elsewhere for fashion snobbery.]
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It takes both hands on the armrests to help him out of the chair, what could easily be taken as tiredness. Laziness. A leg that was asleep. Some achy bones. Plenty of assumptions to come to other than what it really is, but at least he puts forth that effort to get up on his own feet, stand and...realize that Edgeworth might actually appreciate a source of light. So after a moment where he lifts his eyebrows and looks ready to speak, he abruptly turns back to open the door, reach in, flounder with the wall, and turn on the overhead light.]
You got it. [He says once that's taken care of, shutting the door and crossing his arms over his chest in less of a defensive movement and more of not having anything to do with them other than dangle loosely at his sides. His eyes go all sorts of places, physically, need a moment to fully settle, but Will's as on point otherwise. Wave the bloody cloth under his nose, watch him go bolting into the night to find the culprit. Good dog.] So...what did you need to show me?
[For someone who could have easily been woken from a nice, needed sleep for this, he's not actually aggravated. Curious, civil. Nothing accusatory or regretful to be found.
Although maybe Edgeworth's outfit is worth a regret a two; Will can't judge on that matter, either. Better look elsewhere for fashion snobbery.]