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Day 57: Arts & Crafts Room (Fourth Shift)
When she left the lobby, Anise still didn't know what to think about her visitor. All this time, she thought the one person the institute would never truly get to was the Colonel, and that if he was gone, then maybe he was hiding somewhere, plotting a way to rescue the rest of them. Now that she thought about it... maybe that was naïve of her. She only thought those things because she didn't want to believe that the institute had that much power...
Thinking about it too hard made her feel so anxious it made her stomach churn, though, so Anise decided it would be best to distract herself in the meantime, and then think about it when her head was clearer. She'd probably have to tell Guy and the others what happened, too.
While she really wanted to see the movie she helped select, she also really wanted to see if the Arts & Crafts Room had those new sewing supplies the Head Doctor talked about a while ago. When she arrived, she asked her "nurse" about it, who cheerfully replied that yes, they had them, and that Anise was among the ones fortunate enough to have the privilege of using them. Was that a good behavior thing, or a military rank thing...? Well, in either case, it meant Anise got to check out the new materials they brought in, so she wasn't going to complain.
There were some pretty floral patterns among the pieces of fabric, so Anise selected those. Anything that she made had to have a few cute elements, after all. She brought the pieces to her table along with some needles, thread, scissors, and a roll of a thick cord-like material.
Before she could begin, however, that "nurse" returned, dropping an envelope on the table in front of her. "This is for you," was all she said before walking away again. When Anise picked the item up, her eyes widened in shock. There, on the envelope, was the name Dolores... written in her Mama's handwriting. Much of the other information on the outside had been blacked out, but... was this from her parents!? Without a moment's delay, she tore open the envelope and began reading the letter within, her hands trembling as she did.
[For Claude!]
Thinking about it too hard made her feel so anxious it made her stomach churn, though, so Anise decided it would be best to distract herself in the meantime, and then think about it when her head was clearer. She'd probably have to tell Guy and the others what happened, too.
While she really wanted to see the movie she helped select, she also really wanted to see if the Arts & Crafts Room had those new sewing supplies the Head Doctor talked about a while ago. When she arrived, she asked her "nurse" about it, who cheerfully replied that yes, they had them, and that Anise was among the ones fortunate enough to have the privilege of using them. Was that a good behavior thing, or a military rank thing...? Well, in either case, it meant Anise got to check out the new materials they brought in, so she wasn't going to complain.
There were some pretty floral patterns among the pieces of fabric, so Anise selected those. Anything that she made had to have a few cute elements, after all. She brought the pieces to her table along with some needles, thread, scissors, and a roll of a thick cord-like material.
Before she could begin, however, that "nurse" returned, dropping an envelope on the table in front of her. "This is for you," was all she said before walking away again. When Anise picked the item up, her eyes widened in shock. There, on the envelope, was the name Dolores... written in her Mama's handwriting. Much of the other information on the outside had been blacked out, but... was this from her parents!? Without a moment's delay, she tore open the envelope and began reading the letter within, her hands trembling as she did.
[For Claude!]
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Trailing off, Phoenix felt his frustration at their situation rising inside of him, Edgeworth's insistence on being logical grating at him. It was unfair - he couldn't help but to wonder why it had to happen like this - and the only logical way that Phoenix could see for reducing the risk of their relationship/friendship being used against them was to avoid interacting with Edgeworth entirely.
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A light frown tugged at Phoenix's lips as he looked down at Edgeworth's shoulder, a troubled look entering his expression. It was a painful thought to absorb that Edgeworth in most probability didn't feel the same - but he had to accept it, because there was no way that Phoenix could expect Edgeworth to react the same way as he did. "The ball is in your court. I can't make you want to...and I'm not going to force you - I never have. It's up to you."
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After a few moments, Edgeworth moved his right arm around the back of Phoenix's chair, using the change in position to shift close enough to Phoenix that his lips were a few inches away from his ear. "...I want to take precautions," he said in a whisper. "As far as anyone else in the institute is concerned...we're childhood friends and nothing more. But if we're alone...and we presumably can't be caught, then it...would be all right."
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"...I can do that," Phoenix breathlessly agreed as he pulled away, his expression lightening in the wake of the kiss with a childish kind of soft happiness as his face flushed pink.
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"You...obviously you can't," he returned uselessly, his heart thrumming uncomfortably in his chest. Lifting his right hand, Edgeworth placed his palm against Phoenix's head, rustling down his bangs in front of his face by way of punishment before he withdrew his touch. "You're completely insufferable."
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"...yeah," he confirmed, as he began to work to gather his pictures back together into an organized pile. "Where did you want me to meet you?"
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The scene depicted hit Edgeworth in a poignant way, his eyes moving over the intricate detailing of himself and Phoenix arguing against one another in a courtroom. It was clear that each pencil stroke had been placed methodically, from the lines on his face to Phoenix's eyebrows, and the intensity captured in the drawing itself was something that caught Edgeworth's attention and drew several memories to the surface of his mind. The picture itself didn't lend much detail in the face of which trial it might have been, but Edgeworth found himself taken with it nonetheless, his gaze flickering back to Phoenix. "And I'd like to keep this."
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With that, Edgeworth turned and left the art room, his sights set on returning back to his own room. Even with the inexplicably enthusiastic emotions pumping through his chest, he had to remain subdued - after all, there was still a horrid meal to consume and unknown horrors waiting once the lights went out...and strangely, for the first time, Edgeworth felt the harsh edges of his fear wash away, leaving him only with the purpose of what he needed to accomplish and everything that their victory could represent.