Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [UNFINISHED]

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Who: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [CLOSED]
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other

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A few hours passed between what he assumed was daybreak and his wandering around the city. As uneventful as it was, he was heading back to the complex by late morning.

Miles assumed that Phoenix would still be sleeping. Without the sun, he had no idea how much time had passed, other than by glancing at his watch, which only worked if there was light around.

The room number was remembered, and he walked down the hallway, scowling at himself. He found out minor details, and was no closer to solving anything. Stopping at the room number, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

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Phoenix was sitting on the couch, when Edgeworth returned, a blank sort of hopelessness filling him with each passing moment. Had he dreamed Edgeworth up? Was this place making him lose his mind, that he would invent having company?

But then the door opened, and Phoenix stood, quickly, turning towards the entryway...

"You..." he whispered, staring, dumbfounded. Well, it had been a lot sooner that Phoenix could have hoped for. At least he hadn't stayed away a year this time...

He was torn between relief and anger at the memory. Had Phoenix not pressed upon Edgeworth how pissed off he'd been when the man had just up-and-left the first time? Phoenix hadn't quite forgiven him yet for that, much less have him do it again!

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Miles paused in the open doorway, surprised to see Phoenix standing there. The one word caused his stomach to tighten nervously as he slowly entered the room, letting the door close quietly behind him.

"...You're up." He stated indifferently, as if missing any reason why Phoenix could be upset with him. Miles was tired and not in much of a mood to argue, so he would not point anything out. Besides, according to Miles, he didn't do anything wrong anyway.

"We're losing daylight. We need to go."

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"We need to..." Phoenix repeated, blankly, trailing off. It seemed, at least for the moment, that he was bypassing both relief and anger and heading, instead, straight for vague, uncomprehending impassivity.

"How the hell could you just... leave? I thought we agreed to go out together! Why did you--" he cut himself off, looking away. Calm down, Phoenix, this isn't helping anything!

But all he could think of was finding that note, crumpled away under Edgeworth's desk...

And he almost felt nauseous.

"...Fine. Let's go." He moved to grab his jacket from the hall closet, pulling it on. He wondered vaguely how long on pair of clothes was going to last him, but he was too angry to really even care.

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Phoenix frowned a little, staring down at the marks on his hand.

"You shouldn't have done that," he murmured, letting go of Edgeworth's hand. He was actually a lot more worried than he let on -- but he knew that was ridiculous. Miles could take care of himself. He just... made extreme decisions sometimes.

He turned away, busying himself with looking through the racks. He found a few t-shirts and some jeans, as well as a pair of pajamas, not as picky about clothing as Edgeworth apparently was. He still felt... well, rather like a criminal, just going down the aisles, stuffing clothes into his bag.

They needed to find a drugstore next. Phoenix wanted shampoo and hair gel so very badly.

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"Tch." Miles didn't care, although he was slightly flustered at the fact that Phoenix had looked at his hand. Nosy defense attorney that he was. The major outcome of that would be that he couldn't slam his hand down on the table as hard as he usually did in court. Whenever he'd go back to court, anyway. "I got us inside, didn't I?"

He started using his right arm as a hanger, draping some clothes which he normally wouldn't be caught dead in over it. Among them were a few polo shirts, khakis, and pajamas.

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Phoenix didn't bother watching Edgeworth and the clothing he was picking. He was far too busy worried about himself. Would this be enough? How long would they be staying here? He could always come back for more, right? How the hell were they going to do laundry?

He sighed, shaking his head. This was a nightmare. A total nightmare.

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After taking what limited articles that didn't entirely revolt him, Miles walked back over to Phoenix and shoved the clothes in the bag.

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Which was an action he almost immediate regretted. Right, that hand thing.

Growling to himself, he shoved them the rest of the way in with his left hand, turning from Phoenix to head back towards the door, bringing his hand to look at it for the first time.

"Let's go."

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Phoenix glanced up towards him, somewhat shocked.

"What, really?" he asked, shock turning to amusement. "Man, you really think I'm that much of a lightweight?" With how casual his speech was turning, it was easy to see that he was... loosening up. "There's no way a six-pack of beer could make me pass out." He listened to Miles, however, grabbing the rest of the pack and heading into the living room, slumping against the couch and setting the rest on the coffee table. He sighed, glancing out the window. "...It's too dark out there," he murmured. "Darker than night should be."

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Miles tried hard not to smirk. Really, he tried. "No, I wouldn't consider you a lightweight. However, unsophisticated is a different story."

Alcohol consumption or not, he was going to rib at Phoenix regardless. He probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway. Despite Phoenix's tolerance, Miles felt somewhat relieved that he decided to listen to him after all. He finished off his ramen before moving to follow after, taking what remained of his own beer with him, choosing to sit on the couch instead of joining him on the floor.

"You'd think we'd be accustomed to it by now." Even if he was stuck here for longer, Miles could never imagine actually getting used to it. Now, glancing outside the window, it looked as if the world ended outside and there was nothing. The light was so distant it seemed fake.

The topic of conversation seemed to be taking a depressing turn, so he took another sip of his beer.

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"I am not unsophisticated." He pointed towards Miles, beer bottle in hand. He took another drink, sighing some, and slight slumped against the couch. He already missed taking cases, and he'd only been gone for less than a week. Jeez, he'd gone way longer without work before. Edgeworth probably had no idea how that felt. Phoenix decided not talk with him about it. Maybe if Edgeworth had become a defense attorney like he was supposed to...

Phoenix frowned slightly. He knew he was irrationally upset, but, well, he was also halfway through his third beer.

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Miles pressed his lips together in a thin smirk. The urge to argue back with Phoenix was overwhelming: of course it was also exceedingly pointless, and it would probably go back and forth all night.

Somehow, he had finished his first beer, while Phoenix was already downing his third. Miles squinted at the bottle, not even sure exactly how he managed to drink it all. He felt fine, even if the beer was rather strong from sitting there for so long. He just felt.. warm.

Setting the bottle down, he reached for a second one, having to lean down for it. Leaning down for it allowed Miles to catch a glimpse of Phoenix's face, and even though it was barely illuminated by the flickering lanterns, he could definately notice the expression on it.

Frowning slightly, Miles lowered himself off the couch so he was sitting next to him on the floor, casting a sideways glance at Phoenix while he worked on popping the cap off with his left hand.

"Wright, are you okay?"