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

[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.

[takethat]

["We both want to find the truth. We both have a passion for what we do. Morally, we're not that different."

A pause to look back out the window and rest his thumbs, then:

"So what if you're anal and I'm a slob?"]

[cantacquityou]

...Thanks.

[takethat]

[He blows a raspberry.

"You're so welcome."

All teasing aside, he's busy trying to search Edgeworth's expression without being noticed for some sign of whether or not his genuine words struck any chords.]

[cantacquityou]

[Chords were struck, all right. Fortunately for him, he sees you clearly in whatever limited peripheral vision he has. His gaze remains fixed upon outside.]


...


Was there something you wanted to add?

[takethat]

[He shakes his head.










"Still want that fancy-pants drink?"]

[cantacquityou]

...Hm.




...The service is taking quite longer than usual.

[takethat]

["You could always have some nice, quality Red."]

[cantacquityou]

...Very well. Let us see this, 'Red.'

oh drunk phoenix icons

[takethat]

["Great!"

He swings back into the room and scampers off to the kitchenette, returning in a moment to reclaim his seat in the window, now with a bottle of nondescript red wine, two glasses, and a bottle opener in tow.]

Isn't it a little too early? XD

[cantacquityou]

[reaches for the wine bottle]


Let's see here. It's a Merlot. It's called...


...






...Wow. ...This is so fitting...

it's never too early for drunk phoenix!~

[takethat]

[He leans over to try to get a look at the label.

"What?"]

[cantacquityou]

..."Red Thread."

[takethat]

[A slow smile spreads across his face. He approves, and holds out the two glasses.

"Shall we, then?"]