Sephiroth growled in an aggressive manner and reached out to grasp at Seres’ arm in an attempt to stop her in her tracks. “You did not ask for permission. And you had no right to ride it, as it does not belong to you.”

“I am not impressed. Since when did you think it was perfectly all right to take things that do not belong to you?” He snorted.…[Read more]

“What, indeed.” Sephiroth raised an arm and pointed in the general direction of the motorcycle. “What did you think you were doing? That’s my bike – you do not have any authorisation to ride it.”

He began to growl. “For how long has this been going on?”

Sephiroth was quick to move to the window when he heard the sound of his own motorcycle approaching the house. He could only stare at the young thief as the bike came into the driveway.

“Really…” He snarled and made his way to the front door, opening it so he could stand on the front-porch of the house. The silver-haired male said nothing and…[Read more]

“Yes…” Edgeworth’s expression soured somewhat. “Like a lot of people when they become famous, the General of the Army thinks he is above the law and he can do whatever he wants in this town. It is a sad state of affairs, but I will deal with it in my own time.”

He sighed as he sat back down at the dinner table, and then glanced at the things…[Read more]

Edgeworth glared at the window as he heard the sound of the motorcycle driving away. With a shake of his head, and his brows deeply furrowed, he began to mutter in an irritated tone.

“That motorcycle really should have a proper muffler on it…” He grumbled, “That thing should be booked by the police and taken in until it is modified enough so…[Read more]

Miles Edgeworth seemed rather flustered at Seres’ commentary. He was about to object to her statement when he felt Dimitri grab at his arm. With a sign of resignation, he gave a nod of his head and allowed Dimitri to escort him away from the room.

“Fine, yes… go ahead and speak with me elsewhere.” He grumbled. “What is it that you want to talk about?”

Edgeworth’s left eyebrow twitched. “What. How dare you.” He looked extremely irritated and offended but managed to keep his cool. “I just spent two hours cooking that for you. You are unappreciative, rude, and unbearable.” He snorted. “Get out of my house.”

Edgeworth waited until the others were seated. He sat at the table and began to eat his dinner in silence. While he thought that the chili was perhaps a bit too spicy for his liking, he didn’t mind the ribs.

Although he seemed calm in his appearance, he was very curious to know what the others thought of his food.

Over the next two hours, Edgeworth diligently worked on his slow-cooked short-ribs and chili. Halfway through the cooking process, he arranged a side of roasted vegetables to go along with the ribs. By the time he was done, he had laid three plates out on the dining-table, a small bowl of chili beside each one.

He stood beside the table, his arms…[Read more]

Edgeworth didn’t respond as he had no means to. Within the hour however, he was home again and busily preparing food in the kitchen. The radio was soon turned on and blaring classical music, and the kitchen began to smell of cooking chili soon afterward.

“I’m not going to make a fool of myself,” Edgeworth stated in a flat and irritated tone. “I’m going to prove what I set out to do in the first place, so stand back, get out of my way and observe perfection in motion. However, first… I need ingredients.”

He stepped out of the room to change into some smart-casual clothing. After stepping out of…[Read more]

“Very well…” Edgeworth snorted. “What do you want me to cook? You’re the one who issued the challenge, go ahead. Maybe then you will be quiet and stop doubting my skills.” He crossed his arms across his chest and gave her a rather bold smirk.

Edgeworth’s left eyebrow twitched as his anger rose. “Oho,” He growled, “What makes you think I can’t cook? I was raised by the great Manfred von Karma himself, a man who was destined for perfection. Under his tutelage I leared perfection in many skill areas, cooking included.”

He pointed a finger at her. “You want me to cook something and prove…[Read more]

“It was only one hour.” Edgeworth hissed slightly as he replied to Seres. “If you count drying time as well.” He stopped for a moment, going silent. “What does it even matter how long I take in the bath? What significance does this have to anything? I am not preening myself. I am not a dog.”

He headed for the kitchen counter, and began to sort…[Read more]

“I’m not preening!” Edgeworth objected. “I just decided to take a bath, that’s all. You know, proper hygiene standards are important to me. I’m sure you know all about that though, wouldn’t you. You look like you keep yourself maintained and clean.”

He glanced at Dimitri. “Well, if you and your sister are spending the evening entertaining…[Read more]

Edgeworth spent the better part of an hour enjoying his nice long hot bath, complete with bath salts and bubble-mixture. He used lavendar oil and other expensive scent-oils in the bath-water as well, and thus the smell of the mix hung heavily in the air while he spent his time in the room.

He spent nearly all of his time relaxing, largely…[Read more]

“Prissy.. bath…?” Edgeworth looked more stunned than insulted. He made a high-pitched snort and then turned on his heels, stalking out of the room.

“Be back before morning!” He called out to Dimitri.

Edgeworth made a stuffy snorting sound and turned his nose up at Seres. “It’s fashionable, and what certain circles of people say have no bearing on that.” He folded his arms and shook his head. “Go take your silly machine out and don’t bring it back here again.”

He glared slightly at Dimitri. “I am going to take a bubble-bath. Off you go. Do not…[Read more]

Edgeworth gave Seres a very hard pointed glare. “Perhaps they are not fashionable where you come from, but where I came from, they were very dignified and made one look honorable.” He waved a finger at her. “And my statement has nothing to do with being fashionable – it is about your safety. Next time, wear your personal protection equipment.”

He…[Read more]

Edgeworth was already standing behind the door, he opened it quickly once he heard the knocking-sound. “Welcome.” He stated, though it was hardly a friendly tone. “Do come in.”

He scowled when she stepped inside. “And where is your personal protective equipment, young lady?”

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“Nope.” Kalysto replied glumly. “Well, see you later. You’re on the…[Read more]