06 [backdated to the afternoon of January 19]

[takethat]

[Written]

So, I woke up this morning to find all my stuff cleaned up and arranged and put away. Since there's no one else who could've would've done that but you, I have questions:
1. Why?
2. When?
3.












Where did you put my underwear??

Comments

[takethat]

[Shaking his head quickly! "No, I appreciated the help! Really."]

[cantacquityou]

...The courtesies are unneeded, really.

[takethat]

["It's not a courtesy."

Sigh. He leans back on the windowsill.

"I meant it."]

[cantacquityou]

Your expression speaks otherwise.

[takethat]

["I'm not that broken up about some spilled polish." A smile. No, he's actually a lot more concerned about how much you seem to be hating on yourself, Edgeworth.]

[cantacquityou]

That is not counting the fact that you cannot find anything now, thanks to my 'help.'

[takethat]

[...



"I can find it now that you showed me."]

[cantacquityou]

Hmph.

[takethat]

[Awkward silence is awkward, and Phoenix is fidgeting and antsy; he'd like nothing more than to convince Edgeworth his help really has been appreciated, but he knows better than to think he'd ever be believed if he tried.









"Do you want a drink?" Alcohol fixes everything]

[cantacquityou]

What do you have?

[takethat]

["Wine and beer." He shrugs. He's not exactly a connoisseur of alcoholic beverages.]

[cantacquityou]

What type of wine? I am rather in the mood for a sparkling champagne, myself. Would you mind if I requested one?

[takethat]

[....... "Red?" He grins. "Request whatever you want."]

[cantacquityou]

[chuckles, and does so]

..."Red?" Is that the name of it?

[takethat]

["Probably." Eh, he's not picky, as Edgeworth may or may not be realizing by now. Wine is wine--chances are he'd not be able to tell if he was drinking expensive booze anyway.]

[cantacquityou]

Hm... [gazes out of the window]

I know it bears no repeating, but...we are so different, you and I.

[takethat]

[He turns to see what Edgeworth is looking at--if anything-- and swings a leg up onto the windowsill. After staring out at the snow for a moment, he looks away to type on the tablet.

"I guess we are. But it's not really a bad thing, to be different.."]

[cantacquityou]

...It just makes me wonder how we get along in the first place.

[takethat]

["Opposites attract, right?"

NoIdon'tmeanitlikethat]

.5

[cantacquityou]

1.00

[cantacquityou]

...You might...want to rephrase that.

[takethat]

[He rolls his eyes.

"Come on, you know what I meant."]

[cantacquityou]

...No. I don't.

[takethat]

[asdf what are you trying to DO to me









"I just think it's not that weird that we get along."]

[cantacquityou]

I do. We have absolutely nothing in common...Save for the fact that we're lawyers. And we are even opposites in that respect.