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[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[idesof]

[Yeah, yeah, TMI, but when he listens to his murder pupils give each other ghostly dating advice without ever raising an eyebrow, this barely registers. He gets it, of course, what the implication there most likely is, he just doesn't find it TMI or horribly obscene. Eyebrows go up and lips pinch down as he thinks...]

It can be enjoyable. [Any time Countess has her lips on him is enjoyable, shocker.] Weakness and wooziness after, not so enjoyable. I believe the process has been worth the hassle, however.

[brushoff]

One of the perks of immortality, [ Dorian teases, with a little grin. Neener, neener, metaphorical neener. ] I don't get as woozy as other people.

[idesof]

[Castrates the neener.]

It was odd. I'd spent so much time reduced my essence, needing no food or sleep, producing no blood of my own, that the first time was completely euphoric. The second was when I noticed all the wooziness.

[brushoff]

Are there any other human sensations that you haven't experienced yet? I know a few people who can help out for any sort of illicit substances you might want.

[idesof]

Thank you very much for the offer, Dorian, but that won't be necessary. I already have someone like that.

[Stated fondly, warmly, even his smirk reflects that instead of, like, debauched insanity. Good ol' Sally. Best never to piss her off in case he doesn't want to send someone out for smokes and she won't budge on handing them over. Keeping the peace is part of being Grandpa Ghost.]

[brushoff]

Oooh lucky. You'll have to tell me who your pusher is, mine's a bit rubbish.

[ you know, talking about illicit drugs as one does. ]

[idesof]

You'll meet her for yourself soon enough. She's taken up residence at the Castile as she had at the Cortez before it.

[well...not quite...she didn't choose the Cortez...]

[brushoff]

Another person from your world! Add in your wife and you're certainly not lacking in numbers.

[idesof]

Two, actually. I think you'll like Tristan.

[Because he's a handsome young man with horrible hair that everyone in the Cortez wanted a piece of, so.]

[brushoff]

I like him already—I've always had a penchant for Wagner.

[ Dorian you fucking snob. ]

[idesof]

[Dorian. He manages not to laugh.]

The boy was in the fashion industry when we first met. Models, you know. Wear very little of anything, walk down a runway, cause a scene.

[brushoff]

A beautiful name and a beautiful face. If I wasn't engaged, I'd snatch him up in a heartbeat.

[idesof]

He's rather engaged himself. Unfortunately, his beloved isn't with us. But there's no crime in gazing upon a beautiful face.

[It's REALLY unfortunate for March because holy shit was Liz HBIC and the staff is SUFFERING without her.]

[brushoff]

Oh, most definitely! There's nothing wrong with looking, after all. [ Dorian pauses for a moment, then sighs. ] Really, I'm glad you've got people from your world here that you tolerate. There's so many annoyances among the imPorts that any voice of sanity is appreciated.

[idesof]

[Does Dorian want to get some business off his chest? Sounds like Dorian wants to get some business off his chest, business that may prove handy for March later on. Of course he's going to encourage SORDID GOSSIP.]

Annoyances such as?

[brushoff]

God, where do we start. [ Dorian paused for a moment, thinking. ] Well, since you're well acquainted with vampirism, you'll get the full understanding of how much of an asshole Miles Edgeworth is.

[idesof]

[Well acquainted is so accurate it almost hurts.]

He did something to your Tobias?

[brushoff]

He convinced Toby to turn himself into the police for something beyond his control. After all, he certainly didn't mean to turn those people when he drained them, but it's hardly like he asked this place to mess with his powers the way they did.

[idesof]

[Paaaaaause for digestive purposes. And then, barely keeping disgust at bay:]

This man, he works for the law in some manner?

[brushoff]

He's a lawyer of sorts, a prosecutor. He's also needlessly insufferable.

[idesof]

[There's a noise, a mix of disgust and disapproval. Like he's just walked into realize his bathroom had a toilet malfunction and he will be spending the next fifteen minutes dealing with it. Ugh.]

I believe being needlessly insufferable is part of the job description. [The law is just the worst.] And he is an imPort like us, I take it?

[brushoff]

He is. [ and don't mind Dorian, just gonna keep on bitching. ] Every time we run into each other, we get into a fight of some sort. He's absolutely insufferable and is willing to walk all over people and burn all sorts of bridges if he thinks he knows best.

[idesof]

["I have a problem," is what that translates to in March's mind. "I have a thorn in my side named Miles Edgeworth, a typical abuser of his legal authority." What's to be done about that? He's heard of imPort durability, but there are other ways to deal with thorns. Locking them up and out of sight has done wonders in the past.

The scheming never stops.]

He hasn't burned the right bridge yet, then, if he's still running about being a terror.

[Ha ha.]

[brushoff]

He hasn't burned enough bridges, [ said with a scowl. Is it obvious how much Dorian hates Miles? Because he really does. ]

I'd love to see him knocked down a peg or two.

[idesof]

[Everyone should hate the law t b h]

Understandably so. He'll cross a bridge that burns him in return sooner rather than later, I'm sure.