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to the fat bitch (affectionate) in my inbox, i dub thee a healthy fuck you. miles is shaking and crying and i’m personally having trouble processing a possible reply to this.

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remind me later to quote some adlibs from my playthrough of aai1, because i sneezed and in my manfred voice went “ edgeworth, i just spat the FATTEST BOOGER. ”

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@forgdevidnce // @bstthief

go follow </3  unfinished af but they have content

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folds my hands innocently. dm me for an PWAA mutuals discord server. 💕

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folds my hands innocently. dm me for an PWAA mutuals discord server. 💕

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chstart​ .  .  . 

&  just  like  that,  every  semblance  of  composure  crumbles  in  the  face  of  miles  edgeworth.     doesn’t  it  always …

shit.     he  had  a  plan  for  this  kind  of  thing.     phoenix  wright,  bluffing  king,  turnabout  terror,  for  once  had  a  plan,  &  miles  edgeworth  has  ruined  that.     without  a  hair  out  of  place.     phoenix  had  decided  years  ago  that  if  he  were  to  ever  grow  a  true  spine  &  finally  make  a  proper  move,  an  actual  move,  not  just  an  off - hand  suggestion  of  a  move,  it  was  going  to  be  perfect.     he  was  going  to  have  something  reserved  for  just  them.     it  had  to  be  perfect,  because  miles  was  nothing  less  than  perfect,  even  in  his  neuroses  &  odd  quirks,  &  now —

phoenix  is  flushed  like  he’s  all  the  way  back  in  college  again,  still  an  anxious  mess  that  couldn’t  get  so  much  as  a  compliment  out  to  someone  he  might’ve  been  interested  in  without  stuttering  &  tripping  over  himself.     (   this  isn’t  how  it  was  supposed  to  happen … !!    )

❛     um.     ❜          he  sounds  like  he’s  swallowed  a  frog.     he  clears  his  throat,  shoulders  scrunching  upwards  in  lieu  of  hunching  as  he  tries  to  not  headbutt  miles,  or  worse.     when’d  he  get  so  close,  anyway ??     woah,  have  his  eyes  always  been  that  weird  gray  color ??     phoenix  can  practically  feel  the  other’s  breath  ghosting  over  his  own  face,  &  his  traitorous  eyes  can’t  help  but  drop  for  a  second —

he  steps  back  just  so  he  can  duck  his  head  &  swivel  towards  the  door,  hands  resolutely  staying  in  his  pockets.          ❛     sure !!     it’s  a  date !!    ❜        (   WHYYY  DID  I  SAY  THAT.     CRAP.   )        ❛     if  you  don’t  mind  me  staring  at  the  menu  for  ten  minutes  trying  to  figure  out  what  everything  is,  that’s  fine  by  me !!    ❜          is  it  too  much  to  ask  for  a  murder  scene  to  be  discovered  in  the  building  within  the  next,  say,  15  seconds ??     is  it  really ??

far too much to ask of the estate. really now, a body discovered in that span of time? you're exaggerating.

miles adjusts his vest, glancing towards his coat rack by his door. if they're to go out, he'd like to look his best. perhaps they might stop for lunch more often, when he's looking a little less worse for wear due to lack of proper sleep.

“ so it is a date . . .  very well then! ”  edgeworth can't help how his smile erupts into pure jubilance, at least at the sight of phoenix's outburst. was he always this excitable? hand comes to pat colleague's shoulder as he passes, a sign of comfort for his trusted companion.  “ try not to vex yourself with the options ;  you can always ask for help, you know. you always did forget that when presented with options in court. ”

a hand plucks overcoat from its hanger, begins to adorn such over toned torso with the shimmering highlights of the midday sun trickling in through office's windows. it's a pleasure to see how both men in their late thirties already have such renowned careers, at their peak &&. never slipping. though he may be distracted with buttoning up, miles takes note to carefully tack on a few words of wisdom.

“ phoenix, do know that unlike your predictions, i am not without my flaws. recall what drove you to pursue me in the judicial system. was it not my corrupt practice that lured you to the attorney's firm? ”  never ask about how miles had a third sense for knowing what wright was thinking. he had shown this prowess once before, many times actually.

it was his own little super power one may say.

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zeconductor​ .  .  .​

Sweats… “I can assure you, no laws have been broken at our station.” Today.

for a commandeer, he's not very persuasive. edgeworth takes note of how train conductor permeates under scrutiny, something only guilty parties ever do. studious gaze refuses to avert from emmet's line of sight, focused solely on ensuring he seek out the truth of the matter.

“ i'm afraid you may be confused, good sir. i haven't the faintest clue of what nonsense you spout. ”  a lie, usually held most in contempt of court. ah, but this was no routine court case ;  this was an investigation outside of jurisdiction's walls.

“ just direct me in the direction of the men's restroom, so i may wash my hands. ”

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carrd soon.

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volot .  .  .

“surely, my good friend, you jest! you see, god will be mine; no matter what must be done. a far more realistic goal than wading through your emotional constipation, i daresay. but perhaps i’ll spare your dream some pity in the new world: maybe then, you’ll have the backbone you seek, yes? good tidings along the silver lining.”

hand grips bibarel fur lining, tugs smaller man of 6′3 to his 6′5″ chest. both meet the other’s nose, glower into another’s soul. spittle seeks no refuge as miles hesitates no qualms.                “ now see here, you petite twiglet of a bayberry bushel. your world is nothing but a horse’s manure conspired of gods made from crystalline figures  &&.  stone, shaped in the crass imagery of equines from amateur’s chiseling. froth what little braincells remain in your fungi festering muddled mind you call a thought’s processor, because quite frankly your utopian appraisal sounds more of a bootleg batman’s enterprise gone apocalyptic. now, if you’re quite done throwing your mid-life crisis of a temper tantrum, real men are fighting for justice whilst you play pretend with animals  &&.  a literal child. ”

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volot .  .  .

anime chuunibyou sneer. “what a strong composition from a man who hasn’t the willpower to admit his own unnecessary feelings.”

“ what baseless conjecture. to cross the fourth wall.  .  .  it’s absurd! go back to your child’s play wardrobe malfunctions  &&.  blowing kisses to the sky in hopes your god may one day smite your rancid vibes off the planet. ”

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violetprosecutor .  .  .

“ Indeed, indeed! Swimming along just fine, of course. ”

Miles palms along the back of his shoulder and Klavier responds with a soft, tittering laugh in his throat. His life outside of law was practically non-existent these days, both unfortunate and pleasant at once.

“ I have been focusing on work that most would think proper compared to my headlining acts, but I keep tabs on some people. I still talk to Miss Misham occasionally; she has a showing in Paris for her paintings sometime this month! And the Kitakis have a beautiful little bakery near People Park.

The media…ach, they tromp after me, taking pictures of me sipping coffee or me reading papers on my balcony, but I’m used to that by now. ”

a hum, mild in its conjecture of opinionated stance. curious, had the young upstart he once knew truly blossomed into a riveting man emboldened by practice of the law yet a guitarist’s career careening him no longer astray? head spins, titters in sequenced little bursts of miasmic focus, as if one had closed their eyes too tight. it’s hard to find his footing after listening to the european’s update, particular in how his choice of phrasing may influence further conversation.

“ one cannot fault the media for doing their civic duty in not only informing the populace, but doing so on their own front lines. it takes a commoner to spread common wealth, mister gavin. however, as this impedes on your right to privacy, may i suggest you take action as to countermeasures of security within your homestead? perhaps hire personal bodyguards? some curtains if you will. ”   it’s only a little trickle of mindfulness, but it’s the most edgeworth can offer.

“ that said, it would seem everyone has either moved along or catered to their whims since our last fiasco. i take it you’ve been improving your skills  &&.  craft on separate instances rather than continue to mix a musician’s notes with the files of a dedicated prosecutor? ”   with this, his grip tightens on shoulder.

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volot .  .  .

“you will be compost in my new world.”

glasses adjust.  “ hot take from some side-alley mutt dog’s backwash. ”

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volot .  .  .

“answer me, miles edgeworth, oh prosecutor of the divine… what makes you believe you’ve the power to strike down god?!”

“ simple, i mocked death  &&.  at the hands of the divine itself, i lived .   .   .   bitch. ”

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@violetprosecutor :   living life on the good side!

“ are we now? it seems life outside of the courtroom has carried on swimmingly for you, my good sir. ”   from high-esteemed repertoire to the next, edgeworth palms the back of the gavin brother’s shoulder, a sign of good intentions  &&.  fair wishings. hell, he even cracks the faintest smile at lips’ corner.              “ tell me, how has your career leveled since last stepping foot within an attorney’s jurisdiction? any contact with the media? outside sourcings? keeping tabs on any past associates? go on, good man ;   enlighten me. ”

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hm, fellow prosecutors. the brow ridge raises.

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@chstart your art from earlier rly hits different after my post, huh

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chstart​ .  .  .

phoenix  doesn’t  manage  past  an  inhale  before  miles  has  already  dismissed  his  response,  &  his  shift  from  bright  grin  to  tired  deadpan  is  lost  to  the  other’s  closed  eyes.     he  purposefully  keeps  the  dead  expression  until  miles  finally  deigns  to  look  at  him.     then  his  expression  brightens  up  once  more.

❛     &  good  morning  to  you,  edgeworth !!    ❜          finally,  he  lets  himself  walk  into  the  office  proper,  emerging  from  the  previously  half - open  door  &  carefully  closing  it  behind  his  back   (   edgeworth  would  just  throw  a  hissy  fit  if  i  just  let  it  close  on  its  own,  it’s  probably  made  of  mahogany  or  some  similar   “   high - class   ”   wood  or  something   ) .     he  throws  an  amused  glance  at  the   “   very   ”   productive  desktop,  though  through  the  grin  the  only  sign  of  the  resulting  humor  in  his  expression  is  to  be  found  in  his  mismatched  eyes.

for  all  intents  &  purposes,  his  voice  is  still  benignly  cheerful  as  he  approaches  the  desk.

❛     well,  i  did  come  with  the  intention  of  giving  a  friendly  heads  up  that  athena’s  taking  the  bates  case  on  monday,  with  the  ulterior  motive  of  inviting  you  to  trucy’s  show  next  saturday  night,  but  now  i’m  thinking  i  might  be  here  to  save  you  from  old - man - itis.     ❜          he  pays  no  mind  to  the  fact  that  they’re  the  same  age.

&  then  he  stops,  just  a  foot  away  from  the  desk,  hands  easily  slipping  into  his  pants  pockets,  the  visage  of  casualness  even  as  he  tries  not  think  about  the  fact  that  he  does  not  have  nearly  enough  money  in  his  wallet  for  what  he’s  about  to  suggest,  at  least  not  with  miles’  tastes.     (   not  unless  he  suddenly  gets  real  cool  about  a  bunch  of  cheap  food  really  quickly   ) .     still.     shoot  your  shot  or  whatever.          ❛     you’re  not  gettin’  anythin’  done  right  now,  sooo,  why  not  grab  an  early  lunch ??     my  treat … ??    ❜

glasses rise up nasal arch as ears tug upon framework. hand lowers novel still held vice in grip, edgeworth taking note of the other’s somewhat grayed appearance. how long had it been since they last corroborated  &&.  gotten together as a treat? a sneer fastens at the promise of elder age, something he clearly hasn’t let dictate how he’s felt in years. book swats the air between them before kindly placed down upon refurbished desk. 

“ nonsense. age is merely a construct of measuring how long one’s lifespan has stretched out. as an ideology, one can’t physically be restricted to feeling their own age just as you don’t feel one’s height or weight. ”   fingers pinch at metallic corner, lifting glasses off his visage as to better get a glimpse of fabled partner. ah, to see the somber sunlight spill in from windows yond his shoulders reaching phoenix’s physique.   .   .   old feelings come to a boil within structured cheekbones, a finger crooked under lipped smile.

“ i dare say, are you asking me out phoenix wright? after all these years, you’re finally taking the notion to dissect our complex integrities? ”   a soft laugh festers under breath, smile bolstered as he swivels his chair to its side, rising from his seat to match lawyer in stance.   “ well, if you’re cordially inviting myself out to dine, i’d assume it’s nowhere NEAR to my standards. come ;   i’ll be taking you to steward’s steakhouse, we’ll take my car. i’m paying,  &&.  my word on this is final, are we clear? ”

his steps linger closer, brings him toe to toe with old accomplice. seeing those dashing looks ever close to his own shapely jawline .   .   .  lungs nearly drown in the circumferencing warmth illuminating the man’s presence. for a moment, miles loses himself in phoenix’s eyes, staring longingly into their past of judgment, trials,  &&.  justice. fingers itch along pant leg’s hem, nail biting between sewn stitchings to curve itself around the other’s own digit. ah, temptations.

instead, he grants the other the briefest bounce of his brow’s edge.   “ if you fight me on this, how am i ever going to repay you for the rescue of my innocence all those years ago? ”