VIDEO ✍ 008 --> Lari's Return from Hiatus

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[The video opens to a blank white with a dim shadow at the left corners. It is a moving shadow. There is a faint, muffled rustling sound, and a black, fluid shape - a bedsheet - flutters. Now the indecipherable, severe mutterings of a man's voice can be heard.

The video feed jerks sharply. A bare, hairy foot kicks at the screen, gnarled toes grasping. There is an odd scraping, clanging sound in the background.]

Wretched bitch will pay for this, I swear it!

[The speaker, whose face and body is not visible beyond that reaching foot, does not seem to be aware of any voyeurs this morning.]

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[scientize.livejournal.com]

[And yet another giggle fit, but can you really blame the woman, Javert? She's been missing your company dreadfully these last ten days while you've been sleeping. She's ecstatic to have you with her again, even if she might not exactly come out with that information directly.

Her dark, mischievous gaze gives his body another sweep up and down.]

No, but I don't see how you can expect to wear those wonderful boots I gave you with an outfit like that. The shirt is one thing, dear, but you don't want to give everyone you work with the impression that you're senile already.

[Not that Edgeworth's bright feminine colors really looked any better...]

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Why the devil not? It would give them a shock to know I still have my head. Perhaps I will hear more of the damn station gossips more clearly. [Javert calls to her as he clomps to the shoe closet. Not that he doesn't pick up on the station rumors and gossip already; Javert is that particularly talented sort of individual who seems to have eyes and ears in every room. He swings the shoe closet open.

Of course, most of the shoes belong to Naomi - various pumps, the cold-weather boots he had gifted her, and other shoes of varying professionality and fanciness. His own shoes were confined to a single pair of boots, still well-shined with the care he gives them on a daily basis, a single pair of men's loafers and some fuzzy slippers that have never been worn. Javert selects the gently-worn men's loafers and slips them on.]

Where are my eye-glasses? Now that I am a veritable tourist.

[scientize.livejournal.com]

[One day in the not too distant future, Naomi will get him into those fuzzy slippers. Just you wait, Javert.

With her usual feminine grace, Naomi Hunter slips from their shared bed onto her tiny feet, picking up the very familiar pair of aviator shades on the bedside table. From there it only takes a few quick steps to completely close the distance between the couple in their small room.

Smiling even more coyly than before, she stretches upwards against him, sliping the metal frames into place carefully behind his ears and onto the bridge of his nose, delicate hands lingering on his hairy (but always so tidy!) cheeks. And with that, she gives him a brief kiss to the lips.]

Perfect.

[Naomi can be sweet on occasion.]

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

--For a lengthy day of sight-seeing, [he says dryly.] Or fifteen hours on my feet, fixing whatever mess has been left for me. Or perhaps I could be that silly variety of police-spy, with a small pistol strapped to my hip.

[Still, Javert gives the woman an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder, his expression hidden behind those dark shades. He scoops his Dreamberry from the floor and heads for the exit, pausing in the door frame to look back to Naomi.]

By the way, I shall expect my proper clothes back in my wardrobe by tomorrow morning. Then I may choose to... [A wryly amused twitch at the corner of his mouth.] overlook this joke of yours. [And give her a score-tally in this good-natured war of theirs.]

Do not be very bored today. Take care.

[Javert reaches up to tip his hat--Oh. Right. He isn't wearing it. He frowns at his absent-minded motion, snaps his arm back to his side and heads out.]

[scientize.livejournal.com]

[A gentle squeeze on the shoulder like that isn't exactly very satisfying for an overly affectionate woman like Naomi Hunter (Javert), but she lets the man go without another word or a single fuss. She's well aware his attention is already lost to her by his work, which he likely has much to catch up on after a ten-day absence.

Besides, Naomi's been dying to wash the sheets on their bed for over a week now. With her husband finally awake again and on his feet, she could fix that.]