( CLOSED ) shoujo confessions or nothing

[cordated]

Who: Makoto Tachibana (cordated), Vietnam (hoasen), Rei Ryugazaki (theoreitical), Zack Fair (reenacted), Oona (mermaiding), Miles Edgeworth (prosecutory)
When: POST EVENT 20.
Where: Various locations around the colony.
What: Makoto's solicitations are met with varying degrees of success and failure. Life goes on.
Rating/Warning: None.

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MILES EDGEWORTH

[cordated]

[ it was disconcerting enough waking up to a quintessentially american breakfast cooked up by a robot. the samurai paraphernalia was something else entirely. given the messages that have flitted periodically through the network, it likely belongs to someone else — anyone who knows makoto tachibana wouldn't send him the kind of items that appear to belong to a closeted otaku (huh). at the very least, makoto fastidiously collects the jumbled belongings and fits them it into a bag with every intention of finding the owner, or at least dropping them off to the police station at the nearest convenience.

it comes to him as a bit of a delayed realization, once the shock's worn off in lieu of complete disconcertion, that his CYbuddy is gone. and while haku was far from the most stationary cat, often wandering throughout tellus for periods of time, it's been a while since he's been home in any capacity.

it's the catalyst of his search, in fact, striding around the residential district and calling out for his poor feline in meek intervals. he's all but resigned himself to tearing through the shopping district next when he's stopped in his tracks by a peculiar sight: his cat snagging its claws into one of edgeworth's trouser legs.

incredible. ]

Wh — it's Haku!

[ frazzled as he is, he manages to snatch his yowling cat from terrorizing his friend with minimal damage. unfortunately, in the process the gym bag he's carrying gains a huge gash, revealing all that aforementioned samurai paraphernalia to the world as it unceremoniously dumps on the ground. ]

... Ah.

[ makoto can only stare dumbstruck, trapped between a rock and a hard place. talk about bad timing. ]

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth was about to bend down and pick up Haku, which he only vaguely recognized at first, but it later hit him that this looked like the CYbuddy he gave Makoto for the Secret Santa event last year. It hit him that this WAS the CYbuddy in question when the robot sank its claws into his pants, and he grits his teeth, flinching at the pain. Before he can pull the cat off his leg, Makoto comes to his rescue.

His expression relaxes into one of relief when the CYbuddy is reunited with its owner at last, but he lets out a yelp of shock when the gym bag Makoto is carrying reveals its contents. Edgeworth's eyes are now far wider than they were when Haku attacked him.]

Th-that's... [Edgeworth quickly clamps his mouth shut but it's too late. He can't just let Makoto walk away with his samurai stuff. No, he needs to get that back and swear the teenager to secrecy.

So, in a more subdued voice dropped so only Makoto can hear:]

Where did you find those?

i apologize for the extreme delay on my end! please feel free to handwave/drop this at your leisure

[cordated]

[ He knows how this otaku. His compulsions aren't entirely dissimilar, even if they revolve around cats and swimming, respectively, instead of anime and manga. But he hadn't expected that prim, proper Edgeworth — the guy he'd gone off the deep end of a waterfall with — had interests like this.

There are other assumptions Makoto could readily jump to, of course. It might just be a fixation of another close friend he was looking out for, some sentimental curio worth value because of its relation to home, but given the item switch, Makoto's inclined to believe his initial hypothesis is a dead ringer.

Without placing much stock into the gesture, Makoto affords Edgeworth the benefit of the doubt, only to crane in to catch the muted confession spilled out into the air between them like a sacrament with none of the reverence.

Sheepishly, Makoto rubs the nape of his neck, easily rescinding the bag to his companion without so much as batting an eye. ]

I found them in my room when I woke up. After ... you know. You remember, right? The jungle, and then, ah ... the waterfall. When I was back in my room again, I was sure it was all a dream, but then I found all of that [ — indicating the samurai merch now safely in Edgeworth's clutches — ] right by my bed! I'm still looking for Haru, but I'm glad you took care of Haku in the meantime.

[ In affected mimicry, Makoto lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ]

Um, by the way, are those yours?

[prosecutory]

...Yes, they're mine. [Edgeworth is still whispering even though it's more than clear that no one else is around to hear. He reaches out to take the bag gingerly, slowly, from Makoto. It isn't greedy, needy, abrupt grabbing; not only is it unbecoming, it would give Edgeworth away even more. The prosecutor balances the bag, hefting it in such a way that nothing will spill out of the gash created in the side.]

And while my possessions ended up by your bed, I found your CYbuddy at my doorstep. [He inclines his head toward Haku.] Strange. [Indeed, he remembers the jungle and going down the waterfall with this young man, but since when were people's belongings swapped up like this?]