20 [action; backdated to noon]

[takethat]

[August 24, 12:00 pm, castle grounds.

A few easels stand outside on the grass, arranged in a sort of loose, wide triangle, with a table and some chairs set up in the middle. Phoenix is bustling about, making sure each easel is supplied with some basic paint colors--assuming people can wish for other colors or media if they so choose--and leaving some blank paper for either drawing or writing at each of the places at the table.

True to his word, he's prepared (only a few minutes late) for the group art session he'd advertised via journal earlier in the month. Come and join him with any kind of art!]

Comments

[takethat]

....can't argue with that.

[Don't worry, he doesn't hold any of your old tricks against you. Mostly.]

[cantacquityou]

...Wise. Now, where do I start?

[takethat]

Hold your paintbrush. Dip it in paint. And paint something on that easel.

[The one right next to him, of course, so he can supervise.]

[cantacquityou]

[He does exactly as he is told.

...and by 'exactly,' it means that the easel now has the word "Something" written in quaint, cursive letters. Green.]

[takethat]

....real cute Miles, real cute. You know what I meant.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, I simply don't know what to do. I suppose I'll have to get back to it once I am able to untap my endless reservoir of creative ideas...

[takethat]

I'm pretty sure you could be very creative if you'd let yourself. Just think of something you like... and paint it! What about a flower, or a tree or something? Nature's always a good starting point, especially since you can just look around and have something to go off of.

[cantacquityou]

Something I like, hm? Well, I'd draw you, but your hairstyle has barely a thing to do with nature.

[takethat]

Hey! It's very natural--you know that...!

[Like a hedgehog.]

[cantacquityou]

...



[Give him a minute or five.]











...?

[takethat]

[While waiting for Edgeworth to do his thing, Phoenix had returned to his own easel; he noses back over when he realizes Edgeworth has already stopped.]





....oh, look, see? You can paint something.

[cantacquityou]

Is this paint skin-safe?

[takethat]

W-well, yes... it's not acid or anything...

[cantacquityou]

[...as much as he is able...







...he paints half of a mustache on Phoenix's face.]

[takethat]

[Phoenix, in turn, just pouts sorrowfully.]

[cantacquityou]

[...then the other.]




Hm. It doesn't suit you.

[takethat]

[He sighs and reaches for a nearby hand towel, scrubbing at his face.]








It's not like I expected you to take this project of mine seriously.

[cantacquityou]

'Project'? Was there something in particular that you were trying to accomplish?

[takethat]

Yes! Having something to do for a change! I was hoping people would enjoy this art group and maybe we could do it often. Monthly, or every couple of months or something... not to mention it would've been nice if you'd at least tried.

[He's really quite serious, rather disappointed by yet another failure to add to his collection, but it's probably not very easy to take him seriously at all with the blurred, smudged remnants of a painted-on mustache gracing considerably more of his face now that he's just spread it around.]

[cantacquityou]

...Then I'd think you to be doing a good job, are you not? Every one here seems to be enjoying themselves, including myself.

[takethat]

You're just enjoying yourself because you're picking on me.

[Ah well. He picks up his paintbrush and gets back to his own painting.]

[cantacquityou]

Wait. Come, let me ...clean your face.

[takethat]

No, no, I don't mind paint all over myself. Really.

[cantacquityou]

[He catches him by the hand, attempting to yank him closer.] Oh, just come now. I'm not letting you walk about like that.

[takethat]

Miles...

[He glances around, looking pointedly at the other few people milling about.]

I can clean it up myself...