Miles Edgeworth Hasn't Had Enough Tea (Sebastian's first day Part 1)
6:00
If the Steel Samurai theme song wasn’t his alarm, Miles Edgeworth simply wouldn’t wake up in the morning. He silenced the notification on his phone and sat up in his bed, trying to adjust his eyes to the light.
Wait, the light?
The prosecutor’s eyes widened. He was certain that he had put down his blackout blinds last night. Yet not only were his blinds up, but his window was open. Miles shot up and grabbed the knife he had stashed in his nightstand. If someone broke in, he might need to defend himself.
While not exactly a celebrity, Miles Edgeworth is never far from the public eye or the anger of someone close to a defendant he got declared guilty. His sister refused to let him ever be defenseless, so she gave him a small knife to keep at his bedside. Of course, its handle shared the color of his suit. Franziska insisted that this be the case.
But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that there was someone in his home who definitely wasn’t here before. And what’s worse, Sebastian was in the house. Even worse, Miles could hear footsteps heading to his (son’s? Would Sebastian consider him a father figure? Better not to dwell on that now) housemate’s room. Without thinking, Miles dashed out of his room and into the hallway.
Instead of seeing a burglar or assassin or stalker (an unfortunately precedented experience), Miles saw a smaller figure enter Sebastian’s room. He rounded the corner and followed the figure inside.
A loud noise erupted. Something that sounded like a...party popper?
“Happy first-day-of-being-a-prosecutor-at-this-office-without-your-evil-dad Sebby!”
Kay. Of course it was Kay. ‘Does she know how to use doors? Or at least tell someone when she’s about to break into their home?’
“Thanks Kay!! Oh, Mr. Edgeworth is behind you! Goodmorning Mr. Edgeworth!”
“Hey pops! Listen, I know that you’re gonna be upset that I broke into your house. But in my defense, your face was hilarious!!”
This was going to be a long day.
8:00 AM
The previous hour had been relatively uneventful. Kay insisted on making breakfast, pancakes with blueberries, and Miles barely had enough time to grab his briefcase before he and Sebastian rushed to his car.
Halfway through the car ride, Miles realized he hadn’t had any tea this morning. Not even the half-cup he needed to function daily. He was about to make one of his patented ‘Edgeworth Noises’ when Sebastian meekly spoke up from the seat next to him.
“What if I’m not ready?”
Miles felt taken aback by that statement. “What do you mean by that Sebastian?”
Sebastian fidgeted with his baton, extending and retracting it nervously as he spoke.
“I mean, what if I just keep being the same stupid idiot that I’ve always been? I’ve learned a lot under your mentorship but what if I just go back to being a half-bit prosecutor when there are more people around to pick up my slack? What if-”
Sebastian’s voice was cut off by a sob, an unspoken ‘What if my dad was right?’ still hanging in the air. Miles pulled into his parking spot, not caring that his car was further outside of the lines than his colleagues would tolerate, and pulled his protogee into a hug.
“Sebastian, would I have remained your mentor for all these years if I thought you were incapable of improvement?”
The younger man froze for a moment out of shock, and Miles understood why. He rarely showed his affection in a physical manner, preferring verbal affirmations or acts of service to communicate that he cared. But if he planned to pull Sebastian back from a full-blown panic attack, Miles needed to change his tactics. Feeling Sebastian squeeze him in return affirmed that Miles was handling the situation well, so he continued.
“I won’t lie and say that I’m certain you’re ready to start prosecutorial work on your own yet, but I believe in you Sebastian. You’ve grown so much in the time that I’ve known you and I promise that the office is a wonderful place for you to work in. None of us are perfect, but I like to think we work well as a unit. And I believe that you will add a lot to our environment, which is why I want you to officially join today.”
“But-” Sebastian interrupted, before Miles shushed him.
“If the next words that come out of your mouth have anything to do with Blaise Debeste’s perspective of you, I can promise you that your mind is simply inventing machinations to stop you from moving forward. But I can also promise you that if we walk into this building together, you might find yourself surprised by what you’re capable of with other prosecutors by your side.”
Sebastian sniffed and pulled out a handkerchief to dry his eyes. “Th-thank you Mr. Edgeworth. I’m sorry that-”
“No apologies necessary Sebastian. Now, are you ready?”
Miles held out Sebastian’s prosecutor's badge and Sebastian hesitantly took it from him.
“Yes Mr. Edgeworth, I’m ready!” Sebastian said with a smile, “Now let’s get going!”
Sebastian leaped out of the car and almost ran into the office. Miles trailed behind, now aware of how wet his shoulders felt. ‘Oh well, it can’t be helped.’ he thought as he shrugged on his suit-jacket and entered the Prosecutor’s Building.
9:00 AM
Entering the building was his first mistake.
“Herr Edgeworth, there you are! Tell Simon that black streamers are extremely innappropriate when throwing a surprise ‘Welcome to the Office’ party for the newest prosecutor!”
“Good morning Edgeworth-dono. Tell this worthless twink that a karaoke machine is far too over-the-top for what is intended to be a casual meet and greet.”
“Miles Edgeworth, I have been in this foolish office for 3 foolish years and you still have yet to organize a schedule for who buys the tea. You fools have let the tea run out completely after only 2 weeks!”
“Blessing upon you Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. I have meditated for 3 days on this answer, but I have discovered the truth. The past tense of yeet is yote.”
Miles Edgeworth really hasn’t had enough tea.