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[Miles Edgeworth is at a gas station. His clothes are wrinkled, his hair is sticking up in every which way, and it's that magical hour when late nights and early mornings are blurred together. And Edgeworth is a the gas station, standing by his beloved hovercar, nozzle in hand. The dim lights give his already pale face a sickly pallor, emphasizing his dull skin and the deep bags under his eyes, and he stares numbly at the numbers telling him how close he is to filling his tank. As soon as he's done, he can... well, he doesn't know what he can do. He can drive around some more, he supposes, but eventually he'll have to return home, whether he likes it or not.]

[Will comes out of the store with a bag of absolute garbage snacks, really, already taking a hearty swig from a bottle of Sprite. He's all intent to head home with the lady racoon on his shoulder, sporting her favorite ascot. It's that time of night/morning when anything goes. Why would he be bothered by taking her on an errand with him, why would it matter if she wanted to dress up?

What does matter is when she scurries down him and goes bounding in the direction of the gas pumps. That matters a lot because it is too fucking earlylate for this. Fortunately that means less traffic; he isn't worried she's gonna nearly get hit. He's just a little inconvenienced, having to chase after her.

So that's the first thing Miles will see. A beautiful not-quite-adult lady raccoon sporting one of his ascots. After she leaps on his hover car, of course, climbs atop the roof to peer at him as he fills the tank. In one of his "missing" ascots. The little thing looks like she's smiling, even.

And then there's Will, turning around the corner. Stopping immediately when he spots why she went AWOL. His eyes move from her stylish neckwear to Miles, and he has nothing to say. No. Not now. Just takes another swig of Sprite.]

[He startles when he hears her scurrying up his car, jerking around to see the noi-oh for fuck's sake, it's a raccoon. Edgeworth stays still for a moment, pondering how effective his powers are against rabies, until he notices the little scarf around her neck. No, not a scarf, a- hey! That's his!

He notices movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns around to see Will Graham chugging a soda. His eyes widen, before he stops pumping gas and shoves the nozzle back.]

Do you have any idea what time it is?

[Too earlylate to deal with a raccoon wearing a stolen piece of neckwear, that's what.]

[A chug that lasts forever. The raccoon seems Pleased with Miles' choice to stop filling up his car, little hands clapping as he puts it away. Good job, Miles, you're getting applause for gassing up, you have all the approval in the world of a tiny lady raccoon wearing your clothing. Isn't life great? Isn't it just The Best?]

Real late. [He shakes his head.] Or real early, depending on how you look at it. [Too earlylate to deal with a racoon wearing a stolen piece of neckwear while now reaching out like, hello Miles, pick me up, if you don't I'll just get on your shoulders some other way. Never underestimate a lady who wants to pet some beautiful bishie hair.] Going somewhere?

[Will finally moves over, holding an arm for her to climb up. Which she does. A tail curls around Will's neck like a scarf but she's only got eyes for Miles.

She is going to leap when given the chance. Love her. Love her and despair.]

[He's fairly certain that this makes life the worst, actually. The only silver lining is the fact that she's a pet of some kind, which means that there's a ninety-nine percent chance that he won't catch rabies just by being in her general vicinity. He still resists her pleas for love and attention, though. That is-]

Ngh!

[-until she leaps right at him. He brings up his arms, shielding his arms more out of reflex than anything, but she latches onto his sleeve and clambers up his biceps to rest on his shoulder. Mission accomplished. A second later he realizes he isn't being mauled horribly, and he lowers his arms, careful not to jostle the semi-wild animal that's currently using him as a... roost? Shelf? Tree branch? Tree branch seems like the most appropriate word here.]

...not particularly.

[His scowl is interrupted by a fluffy tail tickling his cheek, and he winces when fur threatens to fly in his eye.]

Just- [Gackthpt! He's coughing on that fur now] - will you get this thing off of me?!

[The lawyer doth protest too much.

Said fluffy tail continues to tickle, now purposefully being waved at his nose. It's like the sexy feather duster. Only instead of a hot chick maid waving it about, it's a hot chick raccoon. Wearing Miles' neck stuff...

If only he could snap a picture for April without it being obvious. Alas. Life is such suffering.]

All right, all right. S'enough. Give him some breathing room. You're coming on too strong. [Worry not, Miles Edgeworth, Will Graham is an equipped savior. He's already lit Edgeworth on fire, if by proxy, he can suffer to save the man a time or two. He outright plucks the raccoon off his shoulder and pulls her furry body back against his chest. Her little paws are still reaching out. She loves you, Miles. She loooooooovesssss you! ACCEPT HER LOVE!] None of this needs to get home right away.

[He shakes the bag a bit; nothing that needs the refrigerator. He's got time.]

You hungry?

[While Edgeworth generally has more patience for animals than he does people, even he has limits, and that ball of fluff trampled all over them. But hey, he has his personal bubble back. That's worth something, right?]

What, is this your idea of an apology?

[Any heat in his voice isn't actual anger towards Will, so much as lingering adrenaline from a certain someone's affections. Or maybe it's the lack of sleep. Or maybe he really could stand to eat, and should actually take Will up on his offer. If nothing else, he should at least ask if he has a snickers in there.]

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