miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · calm · rational · cunning · rival · formal wear · socially awkward · justice
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Prosecutor's Office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The only sound is the scratch of a pen until the door creaks open. Miles Edgeworth doesn't look up, his grey eyes fixed on paperwork. A beat. He finally lifts his gaze, surprise flickering across his composed features before his eyes narrow. "Gumshoe, I told you to go back to work." Then, a colder edge: "And what are you doing in my office you?"