Tifa & Yuffie II

[Tifa Lockhart]

Miles frowned slightly, glancing back towards his bedroom to check that Phoenix had not yet woken. He didn't want to have to explain this to the man.
"I've been getting a... uncomfortable heaviness, in my chest whenever I lay down." He shook his head, obviously trying to indicate that he wasn't overly worried.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Cearan frowned slightly, looking a bit worried at that, making it clear that he didn't think it was nothing. "...I see..." he knew that trying to argue the point, though, would be a waste of time, so he said nothing for now. He was afraid that it may worsen...

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Anyway," Miles continued, visibly discomforted by the conversation being centered around him, "have a good day at school, don't get into any fights."
He said this every morning, and it was largely conversational rather than any kind of threat or ruling. He'd made a promise not to interfere in the boys life after all, though that didn't mean he couldn't frown upon any bruises or other injuries the boy came home sporting.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Cearan just rolled his eyes slightly. "yeah, sure, you have a good day yourself, Mr Edgeworth" he replied, smirking in such a manner it was obvious that he hadn't rolled his eyes in a cheeky nanner at all but more a 'why do you bother?' sort of way.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Miles smirked and shook his head as well, more than aware that it was a lost cause. He just hoped that with a little confidence that boy would eventually settle down.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Cearan then went back to his breakfast and once that was done he put his dishes in the dishwasher and headed back to his room to get his books and lunch in his bag.

((I srsly don't know what else to write XD))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((I'm a little at a loss for what to do next too. Let's brainstorm ideas for how we can slowly progress Miles illness without it becoming too serious too quickly.))

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

((yer okay, btw we're running out of dramas to use can we take this into the supernatural if w eventually need to, to keep it going? that's just eventually IF we need to XD we may not))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((I've no qualms with that at present, though we'd have to see if it works.))

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

((wait a sec, wouldn't it be your post now? ))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((Ah... so it is *embarrassed* I'm just going to skip ahead a few days, have Miles wake up in the middle of the night with a cough. Sound good??))

Several days passed as normal, Phoenix and Edgeworth went to work and Cearan went to school. Miles and Phoenix brought home paperwork while their young charge brought home bruises. Though they worried, neither of the older men said anything, deciding to let Cearan have his space.
The heavy feeling in Miles' chest remained whenever he laid down, making sleeping increasingly difficult. In an effort to not concern Phoenix he took to feigning sleep. The weight in his chest soon progressed to a tightness of breath and a wheezing as he inhaled. Despite his increasingly ill feeling, Miles said nothing to his family, not wishing to worry them with what was likely just a chest cold.

Tonight he'd actually drifted into a real sleep, managing - for once - to ignore the wheezing of his breath. He'd begun to dream about something when a sharp jolt in his lungs jerked him from his sleep and sent him straight into a fit of harsh barking coughs. It was a dry cough coming from deep in the chest, sounding more like a dog than a human being. He covered his mouth and fought to keep the coughing as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake Phoenix, who slept soundly beside him, mouth hanging slightly open.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

((gah, trying to post to something you're not on a fan-rage about is hard DX don't expect quick posts mmk? I need to think about stuff probably won't be that great nor long at first, either DX))

Despite Miles' efforts, Phoenix woke almost immediately, the movement next to him and the harsh coughing woke him quite swiftly. "M-Miles?!" he was immediately worried, moving to try and help his love in any way he could. Though, he wasn't sure what he could do...his first thought was to gently pull Miles upright, hoping that might help him breathe. "a-are you alright?" he asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer, his eyes clouded with worry and his words laced thickly with the emotion.

((wow...I look back on my old posts and thick "gee, I've totally not gotten so much better at RPing over time...>_>" it's kinda' sad how much I SUCKED when we first started this RP this post isn't actually as bad as I though it would be...still kinda' short since I have a lack of ideas atm...sorry 'bout that ))

[Tifa Lockhart]

Miles tried to answer Phoenix immediately and quell his concerns, but he choked on the words several times. In the end he forced himself into a seated position. That worked, the coughing fit ending with two particularly violent hacks.
"I'm alright..." he wheezed, holding up a hand to stop Phoenix from fussing over him as he knew he would. "I'm alright..."
He didn't really SOUND alright...

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Phoenix scowled and shook his head. "no, you're NOT, don't lie, Miles...that didn't sound like nothing to me, I say I should drag you to the doctor tomorrow" The man argued, putting his arms around Miles' shoulders and offering an anxious frown. "you should know by now that no matter what you do I'm GOING to worry about you, so you should stop trying to downplay things just so I don't worry...I will anyway, worrying is like my first reaction to pretty much ANYTHING" he sighed slightly, the worry still clouding his blue eyes. "You know that as well as I do!" Phoenix shifted so he was sitting more comfortably, but still kept his arms looped around Miles' shoulders. "now...how long have you been having troubles? no lying, Miles" he asked, his tone making it clear he wasn't going to let up his point any time soon.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Miles pulled an expression of impatience, rolling his eyes at Phoenix's lecture. He knew better than to continue lying once Phoenix got up on his high horse however.
"A few weeks..." he wheezed, sounding very breathless. "It's probably just a chest cold, nothing worth stressing over."