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[shifting]

Who: A shifter, a lawyer, and Satan (the fun one)
When: Night
Where: Sam & Edgeworth's apartment
Summary: Sam and Edgeworth have a guest over for dinner
Warnings: TBA
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[it's quite the domestic scene, Sam in the kitchen turning steaks on a griddle and Gizmo at his feet (hoping for a fallen scrap). Plates and glasses are already set out on their small table, as is a bowl of ceasar salad and some honey-glazed biscuits.

The salad is healthy at least.]

Don't know what time he'll be here. Should be soon I guess. [he glances over his shoulder at Edgeworth, grinning cheekily] You decided which Star Wars movie we're gonna watch tonight?

Comments

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth frowns and doesn't quite relax all the way. That entrance was quite charmless, to his way of thinking - all the more, that this man didn't apologize for it. Moreover, the fact of his name doesn't really set Edgeworth at ease. Miles is, of course, a lifelong atheist, so his reaction is not to whatever disrespect Lucifer might be showing, or whatever claims the man might be making - it's simply that someone who takes the name of a being who defied authority is...more likely to defy authority.

But he's being polite towards Gizmo, which does endear him a little bit. And he's Sam's friend and Sam's guest, so Edgeworth certainly isn't going to be impolite.]

That is Gizmo. As a note - do, please, endeavor to enter...normally, if you would. At least in this household.

[There. Polite enough. Certainly not the What the hell is wrong with you that had been halfway to his lips.]

[shifting]

[Gizmo, for her part, seems Very Unsure about this new arrival, and clearly just as startled by the appearance as Edgeworth was. She will watch this newcomer warily and take a wary sniff at the first opportune moment.

Sam rubs at his neck, gestures at the table] Salad an' honey biscuits and steaks. Reminds me, I need to get those onto a plate -

[he beelines around them both to do just that.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer ignores Gizmo, allowing her to make up her own mind about him. He would rather watch Edgeworth while Sam works.]

You've been here a while, haven't you? Long enough to not be bothered by strange abilities, right?

[ergomaniac]

[His manner is decidedly cool when he responds.]

I was present for a year and a half before I returned home for an extended period of time. I came back here once more in early January. So yes, I've had a great deal of time to become accustomed to them.

[He gradually becomes aware of that coolness and tries to force his tone into something more neutral.]

Would I be incorrect in presuming that they are native to your home world, Mr. Lucifer?

[shifting]

[Sam's rather glad he's not a dog right now - his tail would be tucked halfway up his belly with nerves. But he says nothing, just plops four medium-rare steaks on a plate and takes them to the table, wondering if he should have bought more alcohol. He does have a red wine...]

[thelightbringer]

Mmm. Yes and no.

[Lucifer gets glasses down for Sam; he remembers that much from breakfast. Never mind that Edgeworth had already set the table earlier.]

My brothers all have powers like I do. So does our Father. Humans? Not often.

[ergomaniac]

[A slight coil of defensiveness rises when he sees how easily the man crosses to their cabinet to fetch their glassware. It's a strange emotion, and an unkind one. He tries to shove it away. "Lucifer" is trying to be helpful, like a good guest.]

Glasses have already been set out, though thank you.

[Edgeworth lifts his chin.]

So you're one of the...sorts who claim to be inhuman, then?

[shifting]

[he's definitely uncorking that wine bottle.]

Miles, in his world, he is Lucifer. The Biblical one. He's an angel. ...And ya'll two can sit down if you like, I'm just gonna fill the glasses and get Gizmo's dinner set.

[thelightbringer]

[He gives Edgeworth a smile and mock salute.]

I'll get the glasses, Sam, you feed the dog. No reason to have you running around doing all the work.

[This is how he plays nice.]

[ergomaniac]

[Like hell he is is what Edgeworth does not say, because this evident madman is a guest in their home, and he is relatively certain that scoffing at a madman's madness is probably bad host etiquette. So he is a fictional character is also out of the question. A slightly strangled...]

How nice.

[...Is perfectly adequate. He hopes.

What is not adequate, however, is said fallen angel, lord of darkness, the Morning Star corrupted by et cetera, acting as though this were the home that he shared with Sam, rather than the home that Edgeworth shared with Sam. Perhaps Miles does feel a hint of territoriality, a bit of possessiveness, but that's perfectly acceptable as well. Isn't it?]

But please, Mr...Lucifer. Sit down. You're the guest here.

[And that's good wording, because it's not his first choice: This is my house.]

[shifting]

Well we are the ones playin' host to you. [an easy agreement with Edgeworth, only marred by the knot of tension between his shoulders. He hesitates a moment, then goes to get a can of wet dog food. Either Edgeworth will take over pouring the wine or Lucifer will swoop in and do it - either way, it's probably better he's not between them when it happens.

At least Gizmo finally found the courage to check Lucifer out. The cautious pomeranian sniffs his pant leg before the sound of the can opener distracts her]

[thelightbringer]

[He laughs lightly, and fills the glasses anyway. With a touch, he also makes the wine glass full again.]

Just Lucifer. And I understand that you're skeptical; most people are. I'm surprised Sam wasn't more than he was.

[ergomaniac]

[And Edgeworth pushes the glass away from his hand. He's now glaring openly.]

First, I'm not claiming skepticism, and second, again, you're the guest, so please stop helping.

[shifting]

Hey now, whoa - [stepping over despite earlier intentions (and nearly tripping over Gizmo, who's eagerly following the opened can in his hand)] It's all right.

[a short, meaningful glance at Edgeworth] It doesn't matter who's helping long as someone's doing it. Right? ...Now how 'bout you both just take a seat and I'll join you. All right?

[thelightbringer]

[There was a very distinct moment where Lucifer considered snapping Edgeworth's jaw off. It's a very real temptation, but instead he smiles slowly, and brushes his hand against the small of Sam's back. It's a small reminder of why he's behaving--of why Edgeworth escapes without a scratch tonight.

He steps away then, toward the table.]

You're right, Sam, we should go sit. I think there's too many of us in here. Let's get to know each other better, Edgeworth.

[ergomaniac]

[When Edgeworth catches that glance from Sam, he feels ashamed of his behavior. It lasts roughly seven seconds, until he sees what looks like a very deliberate touch of Lucifer's hand on Sam's back. Either fury or nausea lurches up in him, and he turns on his heel, marching out of the kitchen and sitting wordlessly down at the table.

It was just an accident, he tells himself. Also: Why do you care. And also: You're acting like a child. And only with the weight of those three thoughts combined is he able to bring himself to grate out:]

Fine. Please tell me about yourself.

[shifting]

[Sam closes his eyes just long enough to release a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. There's the sense of a crisis averted. The brush against his back (which earns the angel a briefly grateful look) makes him wonder when the next one will be.

...He wonders if Edgeworth has some bias against the other Lucifer. While it's surely not hard to fluster Miles, this quick a reaction still seems - off.

But if he doesn't stop thinking about it and put this food down, Gizmo's going to chew his ankle off.]

[thelightbringer]

[He gives Sam a small, reassuring smile before he sits down, and manages to shove aside all fantasies of violence.]

I'm an angel; I recently decided to take my chances with homelessness, and that's working out about how you would expect.

[that's almost a joke.]

What about you? When did you get Gizmo?

[ergomaniac]

[He scowls and looks away, trying to force himself to calm again. Why do you care is his mantra; Even if there was something between them, why do you care.]

...Nearly two years ago.

[But that's not very forthcoming, and so, grudgingly, he elaborates:]

I adopted her from the Siren's Port Animal Shelter over on Glenn. Rather close to here.

[shifting]

[good - Gizmo. That's a good topic. Safe. Sam goes back to scooping their hungry Pomeranian's food into her bowl, much to her waggin delight. She leaps on the dish as soon as he sets it down.]

[thelightbringer]

That was good of you. Sam was going to find a dog for me. He sold me by telling me about Gizmo, actually.

Not a fan of cats?

[ergomaniac]

[His frown lessens very, very slightly.]

I've no feelings against them, especially. They simply make poor companions, to my way of thinking.

[shifting]

[Sam sets down a plate of steaks between them, smiling again, then takes a seat himself.]

I think I've found a breeder, by the way. Didn't want to tell you 'til I was sure, but since you were talkin' about it.

[and to Edgeworth:] Not to mention cat fur'll stick to everything you own. You'd go into the courtroom lookin' like a briar patch.

[thelightbringer]

[For once, Lucifer is flustered.] Thank you, Sam--

[He seizes on a topic other than the fact he no longer has a home for the dog.] What do you do here, Edgeworth?

[ergomaniac]

I'm an attorney. I had been a prosecutor, but I was...released from that position, and now I work in defense.

[Edgeworth reaches for a glass of wine. He shouldn't be the first to start drinking, but there's a knot of anxiety in his gut and some strange unhappiness in his throat and he suspects the alcohol will wash that away.]