[Drabble]
Player: savingdaisydiva
Subject: San, Miles Edgeworth (used with permission, Tif and I had this idea of them talking, don't judge us)
Table: C
Prompt: Obvious
The whole situation was somewhat amusing. Edgeworth leaned over the elegantly made (he wouldn't have allowed anything into his home that wasn't the best) table and peered at the young woman sitting cross-legged on the equally fine couch. She seemed quite cranky with the whole situation; the tea on her side of the table was pretty much untouched. Edgeworth was actually quite pleased that it was since the stains where San had spilled some of the tea was sure to ruin the table.
He took a small sip out of his tea and waved his hand at the diagram of a wolf. “Canis lupus,” he said flatly and then pointed at an anatomical drawing of a human. “Homo sapien.”
Edgeworth's audience squirmed in her seat. “Say what you mean, human,” she muttered under her breath. He didn't pay attention to this remark.
“You and I,” Edgeworth began and pointed at the human drawing, “Are homo sapiens. You are not a canis lupus.”
“What?”
He put down his tea with a bit of a sardonic smile. “You are, quite frankly, a human and not a wolf.”
San glared at him and gave a growl. “You're crazy.”
Edgeworth picked up his tea again and took another sip. “I'm not the one who was playing tug of war with two mutts and my hound not an hour ago.”
Subject: San, Miles Edgeworth (used with permission, Tif and I had this idea of them talking, don't judge us)
Table: C
Prompt: Obvious
The whole situation was somewhat amusing. Edgeworth leaned over the elegantly made (he wouldn't have allowed anything into his home that wasn't the best) table and peered at the young woman sitting cross-legged on the equally fine couch. She seemed quite cranky with the whole situation; the tea on her side of the table was pretty much untouched. Edgeworth was actually quite pleased that it was since the stains where San had spilled some of the tea was sure to ruin the table.
He took a small sip out of his tea and waved his hand at the diagram of a wolf. “Canis lupus,” he said flatly and then pointed at an anatomical drawing of a human. “Homo sapien.”
Edgeworth's audience squirmed in her seat. “Say what you mean, human,” she muttered under her breath. He didn't pay attention to this remark.
“You and I,” Edgeworth began and pointed at the human drawing, “Are homo sapiens. You are not a canis lupus.”
“What?”
He put down his tea with a bit of a sardonic smile. “You are, quite frankly, a human and not a wolf.”
San glared at him and gave a growl. “You're crazy.”
Edgeworth picked up his tea again and took another sip. “I'm not the one who was playing tug of war with two mutts and my hound not an hour ago.”