[orz definitely some assumptions being made here.]
The night before had been more than a little emotionally and physically taxing than Edgeworth had hoped for, but all things considered, he had to admit that an altercation with a human was by far an easier thing to cope with rather than some supernatural creature...but stranger yet was the realization that, as he turned over to look up at the sterile lighting of the room, he couldn't remember actually going to sleep. That same sense of airy confusion and displacement overcame him - same as his first day, though this time dampened by his slight knowledge of what was going on - and the prosecutor did the best he could to stifle it. It was another day - he had to be prepared for anything, and he didn't have time to obsess over the small details just yet.
The clothes were a separate shock altogether.
Once Edgeworth was coherent enough to make sense of his outfit, his brow furrowed in displeasure as he smoothed his hand over the material of his shirt. Well...this was both better and worse than the military uniform, and despite how much he hated the shirt he had been given the day prior, at least it didn't make him feel like...like a patient.
Shaking his head and moving his legs over the side of the bed, Edgeworth stretched as a nurse entered his room, and at first he said nothing as he scrutinized her, his mind wandering to the soldiers he had dealt with the day before.
Is she...? the thought trailed off as the nurse cleared her throat, tersely offering to take him to the chapel, and if not, the sun room for the duration for the morning before breakfast. Edgeworth had never been a terribly religious man, and his upbringing hadn't swayed him one way or the other when it came to which religion suited him...and after being put in a situation like this, Edgeworth didn't exactly feel up to praising any sort of deity. It didn't take long for him to answer, and it took even less time for the nurse to nod and lead him out of the room, the pair of them wordlessly moving to the Sun Room before she went about her business.
There were several patients milling about in the room already, but the prosecutor wasn't feeling especially talkative. His throat ached from all the lengthy discussions he'd had the day before (perhaps coupled with a few exclamations he had made during the latter part of the night) and he instead decided to make himself comfortable on a large, comfortable looking sofa in the corner of the room...only to find that, once he approached it, that it was occupied by a certain ghost from his previous nighttime adventures.
Him, Edgeworth thought with a small amount of trepidation. As much as Edgeworth hadn't reached a verdict on what he thought of Niikura, he didn't think there would be any harm in addressing him now - after all, he had several questions he wanted to ask, and he was mostly curious as to how Phoenix had even gotten himself tangled up with a kid like him.
"Would I be interrupting your rest if I addressed you?" he asked pointedly as he rounded the couch, passing by a round, long table before taking a seat on the sofa facing opposite of Niikura. Not looking regretful in the least - Edgeworth tended to approach situations with individuals like Niikura with a certain amount of sincere insincerity - he continued on, adding an brief addendum to his question. "If so, do forgive me."
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The night before had been more than a little emotionally and physically taxing than Edgeworth had hoped for, but all things considered, he had to admit that an altercation with a human was by far an easier thing to cope with rather than some supernatural creature...but stranger yet was the realization that, as he turned over to look up at the sterile lighting of the room, he couldn't remember actually going to sleep. That same sense of airy confusion and displacement overcame him - same as his first day, though this time dampened by his slight knowledge of what was going on - and the prosecutor did the best he could to stifle it. It was another day - he had to be prepared for anything, and he didn't have time to obsess over the small details just yet.
The clothes were a separate shock altogether.
Once Edgeworth was coherent enough to make sense of his outfit, his brow furrowed in displeasure as he smoothed his hand over the material of his shirt. Well...this was both better and worse than the military uniform, and despite how much he hated the shirt he had been given the day prior, at least it didn't make him feel like...like a patient.
Shaking his head and moving his legs over the side of the bed, Edgeworth stretched as a nurse entered his room, and at first he said nothing as he scrutinized her, his mind wandering to the soldiers he had dealt with the day before.
Is she...? the thought trailed off as the nurse cleared her throat, tersely offering to take him to the chapel, and if not, the sun room for the duration for the morning before breakfast. Edgeworth had never been a terribly religious man, and his upbringing hadn't swayed him one way or the other when it came to which religion suited him...and after being put in a situation like this, Edgeworth didn't exactly feel up to praising any sort of deity. It didn't take long for him to answer, and it took even less time for the nurse to nod and lead him out of the room, the pair of them wordlessly moving to the Sun Room before she went about her business.
There were several patients milling about in the room already, but the prosecutor wasn't feeling especially talkative. His throat ached from all the lengthy discussions he'd had the day before (perhaps coupled with a few exclamations he had made during the latter part of the night) and he instead decided to make himself comfortable on a large, comfortable looking sofa in the corner of the room...only to find that, once he approached it, that it was occupied by a certain ghost from his previous nighttime adventures.
Him, Edgeworth thought with a small amount of trepidation. As much as Edgeworth hadn't reached a verdict on what he thought of Niikura, he didn't think there would be any harm in addressing him now - after all, he had several questions he wanted to ask, and he was mostly curious as to how Phoenix had even gotten himself tangled up with a kid like him.
"Would I be interrupting your rest if I addressed you?" he asked pointedly as he rounded the couch, passing by a round, long table before taking a seat on the sofa facing opposite of Niikura. Not looking regretful in the least - Edgeworth tended to approach situations with individuals like Niikura with a certain amount of sincere insincerity - he continued on, adding an brief addendum to his question. "If so, do forgive me."