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i_object_that in salkia_island

What a beautiful mess this is.

Apr 08, 2009 00:32

Who: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
What: make up tiems
When: April 7th
Where: Will be at Edgeworth's apartment
Warning: BROMANCE.

( It's like picking up trash in dresses. )

phoenix wright, miles edgeworth

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thegreatrevival April 9 2009, 17:48:38 UTC

Miles Edgeworth did not like thunderstorms. Now there was nothing TERRIBLE about thunderstorms. They were just very frustrating. All the rain made it hard for Miles to wander around the town and get things that needed to be done. Things like food and cravats and Steel Samurai Merchandise, whut. He was idly looking through the journal entries on his L337 Pod when he came across one entry in particular. The voice over the speaker was panicked... a little tense... It sounded as though they were about to...

No, he would not let it bother him.

The knock at the door tore him from his thoughts. He stood up to answer it...

Speak of the Devil.

"Wright."

i_object_that April 9 2009, 18:30:01 UTC

He swallowed hard and waited, glancing behind him each time the thunder growled or a flash of lightning streaked the sky with paranoia. It didn't matter that he was inside a building, he still felt far too vulnerable for his liking. If he didn't answer on the first set of knocks, he knocked harder, and waited some more. He was shivering with the rain, soaked through to the bone, and he his blue eyes stared determinedly at the door.

Until it opened, anyway. He broke his concentration, looking towards the man holding the door open and smiling weakly.

"... Hey."

thegreatrevival April 9 2009, 18:50:53 UTC

There was no need to knock more than once. Miles could definitely hear.

Though, Wright was soaked... even his hair was a little limp, which was a rare (and almost cu-No.) sight to see. He was shivering... and there was an expression on his face that Miles was trying his best to read but couldn't.

The right thing to do would be to let him in and offer him a towel, some dry clothes and a warm drink.

"What are you doing here." Miles Edgeworth had some issues with 'the right thing'.

i_object_that April 9 2009, 19:30:51 UTC

Since when did fear allow for 'need'?

He felt his fingers clench beneath his jacket and he kept his eyes trained on his shoulder. What was he doing here? He didn't want to be alone. Should he say that?

What should he say? He's scared? He'll just laugh. Maybe he should turn around, maybe this was a bad idea.

He couldn't do much. He couldn't think of an answer, so he looked down, unable to even look at his shoulder for much longer. He couldn't stop shivering, either, but he'd learned to ignore that for now.

"I... don't like thunderstorms."

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i_object_that April 24 2009, 07:35:32 UTC

"I am?" He mumbled, shifting in his seat slightly to look up and smile. He was glad Edgeworth was here. Sure, they might argue, and they might be just as stubborn as each other, but he couldn't ask for a better friend. An hour ago, he didn't even know if Edgeworth would let him in, let alone offer to let him stay.

"Should I sleep on the couch?" He let his legs drop off of the couch, stretching out before settling back against the prosecutor.

This was... nice. He found himself thinking that he could get used to it, and although it was true, he had to push it from his mind. He knew that they would go back to normal, probably pretend this didn't happen. They were prideful, after all.

Not that Phoenix expected it to come up in conversation, or anything. Nope.

thegreatrevival April 27 2009, 04:00:33 UTC

A nod. When Miles offered something, he really meant it. (Unless he was making fun of someone but moments like that were few and far between... really.)

Now was the question if Wright should sleep on the couch or if Miles should offer his bed. Wright was a friend, and a guest. It was only right that he take the bed, right? That would mean that Miles would have to sleep on the couch, which he wasn't too keen on, but he could do it for Wright.

"You can sleep in my bed if you'd like."

i_object_that April 27 2009, 04:32:21 UTC

And by few and far between he means every time he sees Phoenix, right?

He blinked. Well, for started, he obviously didn't mean what he thought he meant, because that's just... looking into things too much. So he paused, in a vaguely uncomfortable silence decided to smile and shake his head.

"No, no, it's okay. I'll be fine on the couch. I've put you out enough."

thegreatrevival April 27 2009, 04:50:04 UTC

...Miles pleas the fifth.

... That was odd. Miles did somewhat expect a some sort of refusal, but he didn't expect the silence. Awkward silence. He would ignore it, though. It could have been his own mind playing tricks on him.

"No, I insist."

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