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Characters: Hojo and Miles
Content: Hojo wants to go to sleep. Miles wants to interrogate him instead.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: V. V. early Saturday
Warning: NONE. MUAHAHAHA.



Getting somewhere quickly was rather pointless when you lacked the means to get inside. Hojo had made it to the specified room several steps ahead of the lawyer but, as he had no key, had no choice but to wait until Miles got there and unlocked it for him. Most irritating.

Hojo was quite pleased to find that there was a coffee pot once he got inside, though there didn't seem to be any coffee to put in it. Hojo filled the tank up with water anyway and turned it on. It was really a shame he couldn't get anything above boiling, but this would have to do until he could get proper medical attention for his shoulder.

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"Oh," he said absentmindedly, almost unaware the sound escaped his lips. "Let me."

Edgeworth took the shirt and went for the seam holding the sleeve on the shirt, ripping it with slight difficulty before tearing the sleeve itself in half.

"How many did you need?" he said, holding out the two strips.

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"Enough to keep the thing covered," Hojo said, taking the strips and dousing them in alcohol before he began the rather complicated process of affixing them to his shoulder. After a few moments of staring rather dumbly he managed to tie the strip around his shoulder, holding one end in his mouth and doing the actual tying with his one free hand.

"I don't think more than three or four, though," he said after a moment of thought. It was only a smallish wound, but it was awkward to cover with no tape and he wanted to be careful with it. Hojo started on the second strip.