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Who: Miles Edgeworth, tagging Phoenix Wright
What: Miles is on an angst kick, and tries to find Phoenix. Or tries to in that 'I'm looking for you but not really' way of his.
Where: In the first tenement building, somewhere around or in Wright's apartment.
When: After his log with Mr. de Killer.
Rating: Worksafe... for now.
Open: Nope.

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Phoenix was in his apartment -- on the couch. He had been sitting there staring at the floor, thinking, trying to work something out, trying to come up with some magical solution to their problems.

He'd fallen asleep somewhere before that solution could be found, unfortunately. He hadn't meant to, but somewhere exhaustion had finally cornered him and beaten him down until he couldn't keep his head up and his eyes open any longer.

He didn't even hear Edgeworth come in.

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[ooc: OMG! *cling* I didn't expect to get a reply from you so soon. XD squee~ *nerd*]]

Miles entered the apartment. There really was no need to knock: the stupid doors didn't lock anyway. So he walked right in, hesitating momentarily at the figure on the couch.

"Wright?"

A few cautious steps toward him, and Miles soon came to realize that the defense attorney was asleep. What a weird place for Phoenix to be sleeping.

"You know, you do have a bed."

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Phoenix only woke a little -- a sort of half-conscious state falling over him.

Was that Edgeworth...?

Letting out a soft noise, Phoenix shifted just a little. He was still sitting straight up, in all his clothes. He didn't look (or feel) very comfortable.

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Miles blinked at the noise he made, raising an eyebrow. Phoenix certainly must be tired, because that did not look comfortable at all.

With a sigh, Miles reached over and gently shook him by his shoulder. "Oy. I'm not going to carry you to the other room."