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[prosecutorisrdy]

 Miles began to wonder around his new, poor excuse for what one may call home. Complaining and threatening to sue while waving his fists and glaring angrily was not going to get him anywhere so he had decided that, for now, he would follow the "When in Rome" saying: Do what they do - except these people were also taken from there original homes and

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Is action okay with you? *w*

[astepladder]

[Phoenix had had a similar reaction upon his initial arrival at the Cirque -- not that he really could prosecute the circus in any criminal trial, given the 'defense' bit attached to the title of his occupation, but that didn't stop him from threatening it under his breath every time he tripped over a misplaced piece of broken wood or metal.

He was picking his way towards the Clubs camp when he spots a flash of incredibly familiar magenta out of the corner of his eye.

His does a double-take.]

It can't be--

[No.

Freaking.

Way.

The look on his face must be pretty damn priceless, Edgeworth. Savor it.]

What the...Edgeworth?!

Of course ~

[prosecutorisrdy]

[ That all too familiar voice caused the prosecutor's eyes to briefly widen, his lips parting to let out the slightest gasp. Immediately, he whirled around to see if his mind had been merely playing tricks on him; it turns out it was not. ]

Wright?

[ And, perhaps, Miles held an expression similar to Pheonix. ]

♥

[astepladder]

[Now that the initial shock is over, Phoenix expression clears into a wide grin as he picks his way through the messy grounds over to the prosecutor.]

Hey, Edgeworth. When did you get here?

[He quickly spots the diamond tattoo on Edgeworth's face, and his heart sinks a bit; it would have been nice to have someone he knows in his group. Oh, well...]

/late late D: 1 / 2

[prosecutorisrdy]

[ The shock is still there for Miles. Oh god, it's all over his face, the shock. ]

Just..just a moment ago.. [ He blinks the widens his eyes. ]

You're actually here too..

[poisoncatnip]

Well this guy is not a troll. But humans are pawesome. Nepeta has decided to stalk through and explore every part of the circus, and it just so happens that she's reached the area where this particular human is. She's not totally sure if he'll appreciate a pouncegreet the way everyone else does, but as her signature form of greeting, Miles has little choice in the matter.

So now a petite but amazingly strong alien girl will attempt to smash into Miles' stomach and then lick his face. Enjoy.

"HI THERE! Your clothes are purretty!"

[prosecutorisrdy]

Miles cringes immediately, his fingers curling, shoulders hunching upwards, his teeth grinding together with his nose wrinkling. He was, to say in the least, a person unused to physical contact - espeically being charged into only to be licked in the face. He was quick to take a step back and push the strange creature away from them.

And yes, his clothes are pretty, but that's not the point.

He was speechless, really.

[poisoncatnip]

Nepeta isn't all that happy about being pushed away, but she understands. Instead she grins up at him, "You're really tense. Is it pawssibly your earth job that's stressing you so much?" because it's not like ANYONE could PAWSSIBLY just not like hugs. "And where did you get clothes that purretty?"

[prosecutorisrdy]

He wipes his face, his eye brows furrowing. "No, I am stressed because you came out of nowhere an ambushed me."