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As expected, Fosse was able to easily dodge Moreau's theatrical attempt. A few who were watching this gave a chuckle. Julius can only thank the few of the clients were in the office right now and not seeing this. When the intern greeted him, the prosecutor gave a small, "Fosse," back. Julius was ready to go into his office to see what was laid on his table today. Review a few of his cases and perhaps contacting the police for a few questions just to make sure everything was perfect...or as close as he can get it. However, he only managed to take a step before Moreau gently pushed him towards the breakroom.[break][break]

"Come on Julius, we have to get you a pie before it's all gone,"the man heartily laughed.[break][break]

Did they have to?[break][break]

Regardless of how he felt (which was no, he had no bodily need to eat pumpkin pie), Julius found himself heading to the breakroom closely behind Fosse...with Moreau baring his escape. When he was there, he saw the laid out cupcakes, Fosse placing down his pie and the cookies as well. Yet, what truly caught his eyes was the pumpkin container with various kinds of candies...including hard candy. That...that was tempting, to say the least. No, he can't. That was most likely for the children who sometimes wander around or need to be taken out of the office due to sensitive information. Julius couldn't just take it. It wouldn't be fair, besides, it wasn't like he didn't have money. He could just buy it later. Yeah, just think of it like that.[break][break]

"Here, for you." Moreau's words brought Julius out of his musing as he noticed there was pie held in front of him. The twenty-four year old opened his mouth ready to say that he really didn't need it. However, before he can get that out, "Sei put a lot of effort in this, it would be bad to have it be wasted right?" Well if that was the case...can't Moreau just eat his piece too? "I'm sure he wants to hear everyone to enjoy them." The problem with trying to argue with experienced prosecutors, not only were they good at reading people but they were also quick to think of compelling arguments.[break][break]

Julus sighed in defeat before taking the plate of sliced pie. Grey eyes looked down at it before taking a small portion of it into his mouth. It wasn't bad. Quite good honestly, not that the black haired male was some pie expert. "I'm going back into my office now."[break][break]

"Okay. Don't forget to decorate it, Julius. Sei, why don't you help him?"[break][break]

"What?" Julius turned to look at the man, eyes wide. He...he had to decorate as well? He would honestly rather not. It was a waste of time. There were more important things to do like cases. The male's lip tightened into a line walking back into his office and hearing footsteps behind him. He assumed it was Fosse. Opening his office to allow himself and the intern in, the prosecutor saw that his office had boxes of unused decorations most likely in courtesy of Moreau.[break][break]

"Just ignore them," the prosecutor suggested looking at the box as if they had personally offended him. Well in a sense they did. It was one thing if other prosecutors had decided to spend some of their time decorating. It was their life but Julius wasn't going to waste his time with it. Before he could even look at the top of his paper, his office phone rang. "Prosecutor Vesper," agitation slightly slipping into his usually apathetic tone.[break][break]

"Prosecutor Vesper, so sorry for calling you early in the morning, it's attorney Barlow. I was wondering if you would have time to meet and discuss a way we can agree to close my client's case?"[break][break]

Grey eyes narrowed, of course. He knew this was coming and it was always the other side that would make the first move. "Meet me at my office at..." he glanced over at the clock, "three today. We'll talk."[break][break]

"Of course. Thank you for making time of out of your day for me," replied to what Julius can only read as a sly voice. Defense attorneys, sometimes Julius was not sure what was worse, the clients they defended or the attorneys themselves.[break][break]



"I need the blue folder, the one on the kidnapping case in the third drawer," the prosecutor instructed before something occurred to him. "Actually... let's get rid of these boxes first." These six boxes of various Halloween items. He refused to have the defense attorney see this as some kind of childish weakness. Not when Julius was still new, he refused to be underestimated. Yet just as he said that..the male gave a short pause. Civil...civil conversations. "How was your weekend?" Was...was that good? It honestly felt a bit tacked on. [break][break]

note: nope all good. tell me if you need me to edit for more things sei can actually react to though. 

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