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( 11 ) text + video ♧ adrenaline moving through my veins spotlight on me and i'm ready to break

"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

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It sounds like she was the kind of woman worth knowing.

Everyone who knew her said so.

[He realizes after he says that that...well, he just said too much about himself; he clears his throat at once.]

In any case.

...what do you know? I hate to tell you this, Miles, but you have something in common with the village idiot.

[Oh. There's a pause, and then he actually sounds a touch timid when he asks:]

Did she...pass away?

Something like that.

[ it's complicated. ]

[He tries to make it a little bit better with a sad attempt at dryness, but it's clear enough that he's mostly just sort of sad.]

It seems like this is just a...ship of orphans. Maybe that's why we're brought here.

Ship of orphans, ship of fools. Sounds like the start to a bad joke.

If it were that, though, it seems like something humorous would have happened by now.

Or maybe the Stones had it right, after all.

[ no neal

neal stop

neal no ]

...Stones? Which stones?

[God he hopes that isn't a Biblical reference.]

It's a band, Miles. "Laugh, I nearly died."

...Caffrey, you know references like that are going to be lost on me.

Are they?

[ yeah he knows. ]

Yes. Either because we come from different worlds or because they're simply obscure.

It's a song-- ask... I don't know.

...ask Stark, actually. He'll know it.

[Just a little bit too quickly and a little bit too forcefully - ]

I'd sooner not ask anything of him.

Not a fan, hmmm?

[There's a sudden brittleness in his voice when he answers, quite different from the tone he used even in the past when he was annoyed at Neal.]

Our longest conversation to date has consisted of Mr. Stark speaking with relish on the prospect of ejecting me from the airlock, and then expressing contempt for me when I told him that I found that unamusing, having in the past suffered - [He stops a moment, wondering why he's saying this; but he's committed, he realizes, and continues on - ] Oxygen deprivation myself. His response to this was to rant at some length about how difficult his life has been and to inform me that I was evidently ignorant of just everything that he - coddled billionaire evidently complaining about the privilege of having his father on board - had suffered.

[After a moment, he shoves his hands into his pockets, feeling suddenly rather ashamed.]

Sorry. I, ah - Forget all of that. We've had conflicts. Best to leave it at that.

Edited 2013-01-18 02:49 (UTC)

Stark's a jackass.

[ neal laughs quietly, a few scratching sounds coming over the speakers. ]

But then again, so am I. He's just not nearly as charming about it as I am.

[ which is ...half a compliment, and half an apology/explanation. you know, if you speak neal. ]

[There's just a moment of quiet before, grudgingly:]

No you aren't. You're quite decent, Caffrey.

[A pause, trying to move on before any victory laps can be taken - ]

Though I think saying that man is a "jackass" is akin to calling absinthe "a touch heady."

No, like I said-- I'm just more charming than he is. I'm not a very good man, or a particularly nice one when you get down to it. I just do a great job making people forget that.

[ SOMEONE'S IN A MOOD. ]

[Caffrey stop it

That sort of behavior just makes Edgeworth like you more

He has such a soft spot for people who claim to be bad people when they're actually decent people.]

Caffrey, you know me; you know how rarely I say anything remotely kind. Compliments and flattery are quite simply things I do not do. Superficial, glib charm is lost upon me; in point of fact, I find it tiresome, even loathsome.

Note that I didn't call you a good man, for labels such as "good" and "bad" are all but useless. I called you decent. [There's a rustle of fabric as he crosses his arms.] You're not cruel, after all - you would not, I think, call yourself cruel?

The jury's out on that one.

[ he never means to, god. ]

Right. Well, then, more objectively: have you ever acted from a deliberate desire to cause harm for no purpose other than your enjoyment?

I don't speak, mind, of being difficult, or making jokes, or to - I believe the term that the young people use is "troll." I mean have you ever actively tried to inflict physical or emotional harm because you'd enjoy seeing it done. And truly think about this answer; don't speak from any sort of masochistic impulse, but from genuine consideration.

Like I said, Edgeworth-- I'm not a very good man.

[ the answer is no, but he's just neal. ]

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