Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [FINISHED]
Who: Miles Edgeworth & Phoenix Wright
Where: Room 105 of the first tenement building
When: After this log detailing Ema's rescue, Phoenix's injury, and Matt's temporary incapacitation.
What: Probably angsty smuts.
Phoenix felt a little better. His nose had, at least, stopped bleeding -- even though it still felt fragile and tender. Phoenix didn't want to think about what would happen if the injury had been any worse. Without a doctor around (or a working hospital), he'd been doing well to get the help he'd gotten.
When he'd gotten back to the apartment building, he instantly went up to the second floor.
Matt Engarde was gone. The only sign he'd been there were the blood stains his self-injury had left on the bed sheets -- and there weren't many of those.
Phoenix turned, slowly heading back into his own apartment. When he got back, he grabbed a bag of chips and ate a few before deciding he really wasn't hungry.
Miles and Ema were still gone. Where the hell could they possibly be?! Worry turned to nausea, and Phoenix was, within five minutes, in the bathroom, fighting to keep his "dinner" down.
After insuring he wouldn't, actually, throw up, Phoenix moved back into the living room, grabbed the last beer, stared at it, put it back, and stared at the floor. He noticed Miles' book of sudoku sitting on the table and grabbed it, trying to work a puzzle to take his mind off all of this.
He'd never been any good at these things. They took forever.
Where: Room 105 of the first tenement building
When: After this log detailing Ema's rescue, Phoenix's injury, and Matt's temporary incapacitation.
What: Probably angsty smuts.
Phoenix felt a little better. His nose had, at least, stopped bleeding -- even though it still felt fragile and tender. Phoenix didn't want to think about what would happen if the injury had been any worse. Without a doctor around (or a working hospital), he'd been doing well to get the help he'd gotten.
When he'd gotten back to the apartment building, he instantly went up to the second floor.
Matt Engarde was gone. The only sign he'd been there were the blood stains his self-injury had left on the bed sheets -- and there weren't many of those.
Phoenix turned, slowly heading back into his own apartment. When he got back, he grabbed a bag of chips and ate a few before deciding he really wasn't hungry.
Miles and Ema were still gone. Where the hell could they possibly be?! Worry turned to nausea, and Phoenix was, within five minutes, in the bathroom, fighting to keep his "dinner" down.
After insuring he wouldn't, actually, throw up, Phoenix moved back into the living room, grabbed the last beer, stared at it, put it back, and stared at the floor. He noticed Miles' book of sudoku sitting on the table and grabbed it, trying to work a puzzle to take his mind off all of this.
He'd never been any good at these things. They took forever.