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Who: Maya Fey and Claire Stanfield
When: Let's say.. a week ago?
Where: Random street in Sector 9
Summary: Maya's been spacey ever since a certain run-in with a certain prosecutor. Claire investigates??
Warnings: CLAIRE IS TOO FABULOUS FOR YOU GUYS. Also maybe angst but hopefully not.

[Her mind's been wandering a lot. Not so much because of the disappearances, right now (she's resigned herself to it. Better if they were at their homes and safe, anyway), but more.. because of the reappearances. Phoenix had been here for a couple of months already, and though she was beginning to untense she couldn't help but worry about him, considering what had happened before--

There was Edgeworth, who Maya was slightly less worried about. There was Wolfwood, with no memory of here or... her (but Maya refused to be upset when he was alive and had a chance at life again - that was way more important than any stupid thing she felt. He mattered. She didn't.).

And there was Pearl. Pearl, her little cousin, Pearl, her only (blood) family, Pearl - her little sister figure, for all intents and purposes. Pearl, who'd gotten snatched and preyed on by Von Karma and Maya hadn't even known she was here before then. Her cousin. Her family. Her little sister figure - and she could have been hurt or used or.. anything, and Maya wouldn't have known a single thing about it.

She was safe now, but that didn't mean the little spirit medium didn't feel lower than dirt. She'd failed so many times before, what if... Pearl....

These thoughts have been plaguing her recently, and as a result she's taking to spacing out. As she's walking along the street, where she usually would have been paying attention, she isn't. Anything could be happening - there could be all sorts of interesting things she isn't spotting, cool events she isn't noticing, animals she isn't petting, or people she isn't seeing--

There could be someone right in front of her, and she won't even notice. Honestly, she's just not paying attention]

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[ There was actually a street performer with a unicycle doing his thing on the sidewalk across the road from them, and that's what Claire was looking at as he headed in the opposite direction to Maya. Which is why when he finally spots her topknot approaching he's already close enough to clearly see her spacey expression; otherwise he'd have shouted for her attention and scared it off. The unicyclist too, probably.

So instead of calling out he carries on in her direction, silently diagnosing whether this is a genuine case of space or if she's just hungry or something. Could be low blood burger levels... but there's definitely blues in her expression too. When she doesn't even look up as he's two steps in front of her he suddenly cuts into her line of sight. The sudden eyeful of black jacket should be enough to snap her out of it, unless she's too far gone to even stop herself walking into people. If she looks up to investigate which rude person the jacket belongs to she'll also get a curious trollgrin to go with it. ]

[To be honest, Maya's absent-minded, clumsy, and easily distracted enough to bump people even without spacing out, so even with ~~those boobs~~ a black jacket suddenly in her line of sight she doesn't register it until it's too late.]

[So the little spirit medium clonks right into his chest, bouncing off and likely falling to the ground from the force ~~of his abs~~]

[She doesn't look up quite yet, but there is a really startled--]

Eeek!

Ah. [ Wow gj Maya. That felt like being slapped on the ~~boobs~~ chest with a limp noodle.

Despite being perplexed that she even fell over because of something like that he'll quickly try to make it up to her, squatting in front of her and holding a hand out sheepishly. ] Sorry - I thought your reactions were better than that. [ King of lame apologies right here. But he genuinely feels bad and wouldn't have done it if he thought she'd fall over! She's getting the dog-that-knows-it-shouldn't-have-chewed-the-postman look to prove it. ]

[That is pretty much what happened, yes.]

[Meanwhile, the limp noodle is dazed for a second, (Geez, what did she hit? It felt like a brick wall! Or a truck. .... Or a truck made of bricks) and then reaches up to hold her head before noticing him (finally)]

Oooh, what's the licence plate of that--- Mr. Stanfield? [Give the girl a gold star, her brain's finally starting to work. She takes his hand automatically, despite looking confused at his guilty face. It'll probably take her another minute to figure out what he's talking about (and that he was what she crashed into)]

[.. Yep, she's special.]

.... What are you doing here?

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[ Hard to tell if she's suffered any permanent damage or if this is just the usual ditziness. ] I'm walking, what's it look like? It's a free sidewalk.

[ He pulls on her hand to lever her into an upright and locked position again, grinning sheepishly. ] But - I'll grant ya I shoulda taken a route that didn't collide with you while you were so deep in thought. I'll give you a nickel for them. Your thoughts, I mean.

[A little from column A.....] I didn't see you walking, so I dunno what it looked like! [For all she knew you could have been moon-walking, Claire! And as he's helping her stand, that's when it finally dawns on her that Claire's the one that hit her.]

[... Oh.]

[Well, that explains the guilty face. Immediately trying to reassure him, she grins back just as sheepishly] No, it's okay, don't worry about it! I guess I was distracted... a little.

[If you're trying to bribe her, Claire Stanfield, best start out with burgers. In any case, Maya doesn't want to trouble him, and so:] I- [Tiny pause] -I was thinking about what to have for dinner! I'm really craving burgers, but this new buffet just opened and it looks really good too, so.... What do you think, Mr. Stanfield?

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[ The grin sets into a serious evaluation-face. Burger or buffet, huh. He's heard that one before. Okay not exactly that iteration, but he's been around Maya long enough to spot a cover-up when he sees one. And it's kinda troubling after that Shadow he saw months ago...

You know what. Enough is enough. No more mister pleasant fella.

He lets go of her diddy little paw and sets his hands on his hips, suddenly businesslike. And considering what business he's used to he possibly overdoes it a little on the cut-eye and the low voice and the threatening aura. ]

You think you can put one past me?

[Maya blinks at that sudden serious expression and makes what could be considered an innocent face. But, well, that's before she feels a shift in his demeanour that takes him straight from the normal friendly fun-loving in-desperate-need-of-Maya-love-advice-Mr. Stanfield to--]

[.... Well, kinda scary, frankly. Somebody was looking tall(ish) and menacing and, and.... red-headed. Possibly loom-y. Suddenly this was starting to feel more like a mafia questioning than a chance run in, and it's giving Maya the sort of dread one might feel directly before being dangled over a pier. ...Not that there were any piers around. Hopefully. But still--]

[~~Threatening atmosphere...~~]

O-Okay, you got me! I was thinking of pizza, too!

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Maya. [ Feeding back from the sudden put-on innocence he notices from her (like he hasn't seen that enough times in his career) he tries to tone down the threatening aura. But he hasn't had much experience with taking care of bitties so he's probably still erring on the concrete shoes side of stern, despite being motivated purely by avuncular concern. ] I think we both know this isn't about pizza.

[ Suddenly he snorts, thumbing his nose in amusement. ] But if that's how you want to play it, I've got a proposition for you.

O-Of course not! It's about burgers and buffets too! [That's her story and she's sticking to it! Or she's trying (it's not working out). But her smile's looking more nervous now - both because she's intimidated by bread (and he's intimidating!) and also because it's dawning on her she can't get this past him. (How can he see right--)]

[---But the sudden shift is encouraging, and she all but leaps on it. Much better.]

A proposition? Alright, lay it on me!

[ Bad choice of words.

It's a split second job to take her wrist, sweep her legs out from under her (gently - he cushions the fall with his leg leading her down) and plant her face first onto the ground. Of course he makes sure her face doesn't actually hit the ground; he'd be surprised if she got more than a grazed eyelash. It'd also be surprising if she managed to figure out why she was suddenly seeing pavement before he sits cross-legged on her back.

At least she's so bitty he can put his palms flat on the ground on either side of her and hold up some of his weight that way; he leaves just enough to make sure she doesn't worm away. ]

If you think you can take the world on your shoulders then this shouldn't be too much, right?

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no Claire you could never scare off a unicyclist!!!

it's happened to him in the past

being a Claire is suffering ):

i quit

no it's okay we'll get you more unicyclists

claire just wants to be friends with them!

we will make this dream come true

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