( 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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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?]