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[strongobjection]

Time spent on a desert island was time lost preparing a case or prosecuting against some usually guilty defendant in court. Miles Edgeworth was particularly aware of this loss of satisfaction on his part whenever he looked at the ocean and imagined himself on yet another chartered flight-sailing far, far above the waves as he headed back and forth

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[fey_lawyer]

"Why, Prosecutor Edgeworth," said Mia from behind him, her voice tinged with obvious amusement, "You look almost casual today. Nice work."

(You probably shouldn't taunt him, Mia. It's cruel to poke a defenseless turtle with a stick when it's on its back, after all.)

[strongobjection]

Edgeworth wasn't surprised that Ms. Fey was the first to find him, but he hoped for a little more time to clear his mind before dealing with either of his associates. He turned, inclining his head in recognition. "I am able to now and again."

The slightest narrowing of his eyes and twitch of his fingers indicated that handling Mia without Phoenix was-- well. More difficult than handling Phoenix. As alive as the woman was, he remembered clearly that he almost allowed both Maya and then Phoenix to receive the guilty verdict for her murder. Why wasn't she holding more than a simple grudge against him?

[fey_lawyer]

It was a simple reason, really: prosecuting was Edgeworth's job. Mia could no more begrudge him that than she could begrudge him for breathing. He had honestly believed that what he was doing was the right thing and Mia understood that.

Not that it would ever come up in conversation, of course.

"I'd never have guessed," she said. (Lucky I'm not wearing my bikini. I have a feeling that'd be a little too casual for Miles Edgeworth's tastes.)

[strongobjection]

Edgeworth had glimpsed Mia in less clothing before, and privately he was grateful that she wasn't in such a state. In some attempt to be a gentleman, Miles managed to be rather chaste, but it was hard to ignore any woman with Mia's unique... physique. Even if she was with Wright. Supposedly.

That alone was enough to more or less murder any untoward thoughts.

"I think it would be too grand a change if I was constantly at ease," he stated with a bit of a smirk.

[wright_attorney]

Phoenix couldn't hold Edgeworth's reluctance it against him. Lost time was a scary concept, and he knew that had their places been flip flopped, he'd have had trouble coming to terms with it as well.

Not that Miles Edgeworth had changed much in seven years.

When he encountered his old friend on the beach that day, Phoenix didn't bother to offer any sort of warning before sauntering up beside him, hands in his hip pockets and eyes on the water. "Hey," he said. Easy as that.

[strongobjection]

Phoenix caught Edgeworth off-guard, and thus he turned to face the man with some amount of flourish, expression rumpled. There were few people he wanted to look so under dressed in front of. If Wright was going to completely ignore the fact he had once worn what looked like the same blue suit every day, his old "friend" was of a mind to hold the fort so to say.

"Wright." They had not talked much since their conversation sitting on the defense attorney's wooden 'chairs.' Edgeworth was terrible at hiding his discomfort.

[wright_attorney]

It was a good thing, then, that Phoenix wasn't so squeamish about awkward encounters.

"Edgeworth. You could stand to look a little more like a man enjoying an island vacation, you know," he added, pressing a hand back through his own messy hair. The hat, for today, was nowhere in sight.