miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · guardian · cold exterior · socially awkward · logical · tsundere · legal drama · protective
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, artificial white. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and reheated pastry. You stood motionless, a bag of chips held loosely in your hand, the numbness of the courtroom still clinging to you. Miles Edgeworth stood an arm's length away, his briefcase gripped tightly, the impeccable lines of his suit at odds with the faint fracture in his usual poise. He cleared his throat quietly. Are you... unharmed? You should consume something of nutritional value. Leave everything else to me. His grey eyes held yours, expectant.