12 -action/dictated-

[takethat]

[For once, Phoenix is cleaning his room.

Yes, he could probably ask the ghosts to do it, but really, he's stubborn and hardheaded when it comes to doing things for himself around the castle. So, he's all decked out in rubber gloves and a mask, and he's busy throwing out the who-knows-how-old beer cans and dirty napkins and other messy odds and ends that he's accumulated since... probably November. With his door propped open by his desk chair, he's depositing the trash in the hall, from where he intends to collect it and dump it elsewhere when he's finished.

His desk has become the safe haven for the few items he wants to be doubly sure not to throw away, and Sunflower--his recently-aquired Eevee--is gently batting around the tiny hourglass he tucked away behind his lamp.

Of course, in the process of doing so, she knocks open his journal. Innocently?

The distant sounds of Billy Joel's "Piano Man" playing over some abandoned headphones at their highest volume might be picked up by more discerning ears before Phoenix's voice comes over the journals.]

--don't know how I managed to get all this garbage in here, really, Sunflower. It's not like I'm a messy person.

[He hauls another trash bag out into the hallway and deposits it there before heading back in to rifle through his desk drawers.]

Oh, hey, Sunflower. Here's that crystal thing I bought for you back in your world... everybody I asked about it said it would make you evolve, or something, but I guess it's a dud, huh?

[She yips in response.]

Dat's okay! Because you're the cutest widdle Eevee there ever was--yes you are!--so it doesn't even matter!

[And he goes on ridiculously baby-talking Sunflower for a few more minutes before returning to his cleaning.]

Comments

[takethat]

I have a zeal for life, remember? I just like attention.

[He's sticking his tongue out, not that Edgeworth can see that...]

[cantacquityou]

At least you're honest about it.

[takethat]

[Now there's a definite whine to his voice.]

You're impossible to mess with...

[cantacquityou]

You're just not pressing the right buttons.

[takethat]

Man, what a great tickle opportunity. Good thing you're not here.

[cantacquityou]

I'll only return the favour.

[takethat]

What, you'd tickle me?

[cantacquityou]

Have I not done so before?

[takethat]

Sure--I just think it's funny. You're kind of trash talking me about tickling.

[cantacquityou]

[Suddenly, he employs a mock Mafioso accent]


Signore Wright. Ever heard of my main man, Tony? Friend of the family...they call him, 'The French Tickler...' He might be missin' a coupla fingers, but he gets the job done... You'd better not mess with me, Wright. Capisce?

1/2

[takethat]

.....

2/2

[takethat]

[He's laughing so hard he's gasping for breath, now.]

What the--what are--what was that??

[cantacquityou]

...One of the perks of being a prosecutor.

[takethat]

You learned that from prosecuting?

[cantacquityou]

That, and my occasional involvement with INTERPOL introduces me to some rather ...colourful characters.

[takethat]

And here I thought I met all the crazies...

[cantacquityou]

You could say that my prior experience equipped me well enough for dealing with the 'crazies' of this place.

[takethat]

Well then I guess you could probably say the same thing for me...

[cantacquityou]

Don't forget that it was I who had to prepare many of those 'crazies' for you to cross-examine. Can you imagine attempting to wrangle those witnesses in the first place?

[takethat]

Ah, no. That's why that's your job!

[cantacquityou]

...and a daunting job it is.

[takethat]

Yeah, I just get to sneak around trying to keep you from noticing while I ask the same crazies new questions and they tell me how much they hated talking to you already....

[cantacquityou]

Is that so?

[takethat]

Well, yeah. I'm surprised you didn't know that already.

[cantacquityou]

I don't know about that. Charming my way into the hearts of witnesses is a skill I picked up quite famously from Manfred.