[closed]

[falteringly]

WHO: edgeworth (glassinine) & castiel (falteringly)
WHERE: city hall - edgeworth's office
WHEN: after this
WHAT: edgeworth wants to talk to cas about "criminal activities"
WARNINGS: none for now


[ He doesn't know what he's doing here.

There are many things he knows, and this, standing outside a building and looking at the exterior with a tilt of his head, is something he doesn't. Castiel has no idea who this person is he's been contacted by, and other than a name, there's a severe lack of information overall. He supposes it's another reason why he'd come straight away. Curiosity had always been an issue for him, for many of the angels lacking direction. So, he pushes inside and asks until he's directed to the right office, and by the time he's entering Edgeworth's, there's an increasing sense of uncomfortableness settling over him. He stares at the other man without even so much as a hello. ]

I'm Castiel. [ It's all he says, all he thinks he needs to say. He would like a more thorough explanation now. ]

Comments

[glassinine]

[Edgeworth has been accused - many times - of lacking social graces. This is not an invalid accusation, he must admit; he is unfortunately awkward and uncertain in most social situations, and he frequently finds himself saying the wrong things at the wrong times. However, as a result, he's also quite oblivious to others' awkwardness; a lack of decorum that might bother some other people generally goes unnoticed by him.

Generally.

Castiel, though, standing there in his doorway and staring unblinkingly at him, is so altogether strange and awkward that even Edgeworth himself is taken aback. For a moment, he just stares in return; then, finally, he remembers himself, clears his throat, and gestures to a chair.]

Yes. Thank you. I've been expecting you. Please sit.

[falteringly]

[ It's not nearly as awkward as all those times before, when he'd first adjusted to walking the earth in borrowed skin. Since then, he's adapted as best he can, and while Edgeworth stares, Castiel, too, does the same. He doesn't know what to expect, and being in such a confined space with a stranger should be reason enough to be on guard. Then again, if need be, he could easily teleport himself somewhere out of range. To safety. It's not as if he suspects this man knows anything about him beyond his name.

There's the slightest tilt of his head as he regards the invitation, and though he steps into the room, he feels it unnecessary to do so immediately. It's a long minute before he relents and sits almost carefully on the edge of the chair, back straight. ]

What is this really about? [ Because he doesn't want to deal with pleasantries or anything else until he knows, without a doubt, what's going on. ]

[glassinine]

[Edgeworth frowns very slightly - both at the hesitation and the rather defensive-sounding question. Still, he answers forthrightly, without hesitation.]

As I said. I wish to ask you a few questions pertaining to an ongoing criminal investigation. An acquaintance of yours intimated that you might have some information on the subject.

[falteringly]

[ Yes, he had mentioned that when he'd contacted him. Still, there seems to be more to this than he's being led to believe. Castiel frowns as well, regarding the other man slowly. ]

I don't know what information I could provide you if I have yet to understand what these... criminal offenses are. [ He pauses, wondering just who would be in trouble. One name surfaces, but he'd rather not jump to certain conclusions just yet. ] Which acquaintance did you speak with?

[glassinine]

A man named Gabriel.

[Edgeworth watches Castiel carefully for any reaction.]

You are acquainted with him?

[falteringly]

[ That would be the one. There's no outward surprise or exasperation, only The softest of sighs. ]

My brother. [ Which is the easiest way to describe how they're acquainted. ] What did he do?

[glassinine]

[Brother? That catches Edgeworth's attention.]

You're related? Then Lucifer is also your brother?

[falteringly]

Distantly. [ He doesn't want to admit it, and this conversation is suddenly rather obtuse. Castiel looks at him a little more intently. ] ... what is this really about?

[ He would like to get to the point of this now. ]

[glassinine]

It is about this distant brother of yours.

[Edgeworth lifts his eyebrows and looks at Castiel.]

You know what he has been doing, correct?