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Nahyuta Sahdmadhi is suddenly stirred from his meditation by an all too familiar pecking on the window of his office. He lifts himself from his spot on the floor, upon a soft crimson cushion.
“Now now little one, just where are you getting all these flowers?” He asks as he opens his window, allowing Taka to fly over to his desk, and drop a red rose atop the long neglected stack of paperwork.
Nahyuta sits in his desk chair across from the bird, giving him a gentle scratch below the chin. “I do hope you’re not stealing these roses, now are you?” He asks as he uses his free hand to place the rose in the slowly filling vase. This one makes half a dozen now.
Taka, of course, gives no response back, opting to instead nuzzle against Nahyuta’s hand, which has suddenly stopped giving him the attention he demanded. “Just who put you up to this? I’m sure it’s not your owner, I’d sooner believe one of the Paynes was courting me before even thinking it could be that panda.” Taka just blinks his beady eyes, earning a laugh from the monk. “Yes, well, I’ll have to find a way to repay the favor to you sometime, I suppose.” With a shared bow, the hawk darted out the window, presumably to track down his owner once again.
* * * * * * *
Simon Blackquill sinks back into the bench, reaching to his side for another snack for Taka. He had gotten used to taking his lunch breaks outside. For some strange reason, the other prosecutors seemed to dislike the sight of Taka catching a mouse carcass in the air. Simon found it rather impressive though. What a talented bird he had as a companion.
Just before he tosses the mouse into the air, Simon is interrupted by a conversation from the other side of the window, which was left slightly ajar.
“So, Herr Sahdmadhi, I noticed all the flowers in your office. A very elegant addition to your decor, ja? I’ve gotten aplenty elaborate bouquets for shows, but nothing beats a simple red rose!”
“I agree completely, blessings of nature are truly nothing to take for granted.”
“But the rumor is, it’s the little hawk friend of this very office that’s been delivering your flowers, ja?”
“You would be correct, though I have chosen not to jump to any strange conclusions, and neither should you.”
“Hm, I suppose it’s not like Herr Samurai to send flowers via bird, now is it? Seems rather poetic, it would make quite the song idea… You don’t happen to have a pencil and paper on you at the moment, do you?”
The conversation becomes too quiet to hear after that, giving Simon the opportunity to give his best attempt at glaring holes through Taka’s small skull. “Taka what the hell have you been up to.”
* * * * * * *
Simon Blackquill opens the door to his office to find a most unpleasant sight. Taka is upon his usual perch, but grasped within his talons is a string of thick red beads, which could certainly be none other than the ones used by that Sad Monk to strangle stubborn witnesses in court.
“Taka, you’ve going to lead him to believe this is some sort of strange bird courting ritual…”
Taka screeches in reply, upset at having had his gift pried from his talons.
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What would have surely been much to Simon’s dismay, Nahyuta jolts up in his bed, the soft silky covers falling to a bundle in his lap.
“Has the bird developed… feelings? For me..? I am always more my beauty is alluring to all genders but I certainly didn’t think it could have the same effect on other species… I’ll need to research Hawk mating rituals as soon as I can, and then possibly how to tell Taka I would like to remain friends, Holy Mother give me strength…”
* * * * * * *
At this point, the entire office seemed to know about the strange mission Taka had to fill Nahyuta’s office with red roses. They seemed to avoid the topic entirely around Simon, whether they were scared of his wrath or they believed he honestly might have affections for the monk, who’s to say.
The latter certainly wasn’t true though. That’s for sure.
Their attempts at secrecy seemed to come to an abrupt halt at the end of a rather agonizingly long meeting, when a rather snotty Winston Payne stormed up to Simon before he got the chance to leave the conference room.
“Prosecutor Simon Blackquill!” His shrill voice seems to make a few rookie prosecutors flinch.
Simon makes no effort to conceal his eye roll as he turns to Payne. “Yes?”
“Will you get that oversized pigeon of yours to stop delivering flowers to Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? I’m terribly allergic to birds, you know! Show some respect to your superiors!” He sneezes, and promptly wipes his nose on his equally snot-colored suit.
The glare Simon Blackquill sends to Payne is enough to stop a grown man’s heart. “You believe I am the one sending those cursed roses? I have no interest in that monk, romantically or platonically. He is my coworker, the same way you are minced meat.”
Simon is stopped from further insulting Payne by a gentle touch on his shoulder.
“Now, now, Prosecutor Payne. Do you really believe Prosecutor Blackquill to be so romantic as to send roses to me? The Twisted Samurai himself?”
With an annoyed huff, Prosecutor Payne storms out of the room, the rookie prosecutors leaving not long after him, whispering amongst themselves, the little shits. This left Simon and Nahyuta alone in the conference room. It seems even Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth had slipped out at some point, certainly sick of his younger employees’ antics.
When he was sure the gossiping rookies were out of earshot, Blackquill broke the silence, “I can be romantic, you know.”
Nahyuta made a surprised expression, which Simon couldn’t quite tell if it was teasing or genuine surprise, neither one of them sounded good though. “So, does that mean it really is you sending the roses, panda?” He leans closer to Blackquill, twirling one of the strands of hair that didn’t make its way into his braid around his finger.
“God no. I’m not so cowardly as to make romantic advances through a companion instead of myself. Who do you take me for?” Blackquill scoffs, returning Nahyuta’s intense stare with one of his own.
“Well then, I expect I’ll be getting a fresh bouquet from you in person soon? The old ones are beginning to wilt, and Taka certainly doesn’t bring enough roses by enough to create a new one before the old roses are simply dust in a vase of water. I’m sure someone such as yourself who claims to be a romantic could easily purchase an arrangement with a wonderfully romantic meaning.” Before giving a slightly shell shocked Simon a chance to respond, Nahyuta slides out the room, twirling the beads of his rosary between his fingers.