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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

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[sawadeertoday]

Oh. That could explain a lot.

[ She shrugs, again, unseen. ]

Hm... honestly, I don't know what we are. We were married, and I still have my ring, but I don't know if he has his. And we live together, now. Does that mean we're married?

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[takethat]

I don't think the marriages in that world count in this one, but maybe it all has to do with whether or not you want to be married.

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[sawadeertoday]

[ She thinks this over. Would she want to be married? Didn't that mean he couldn't leave her, or something like that? She finds the room, but hesitates, asking him through the journal first: ]

Does being married mean that he won't ever leave?

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[takethat]

[He might just be spitting out a response to that a little too quickly--almost as though he's thought about it before.]

It... means that he shouldn't ever leave. Sometimes people ditch marriages though--and sometimes they don't work out and both parties mutually agree to call it quits. But still, being married makes it... less likely for him to leave?

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[sawadeertoday]

Hm.

Then, I hope he thinks the same.

[ But she quickly changes the topic. ] I'm here.

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[takethat]

Oh, come on in then, the door's unlocked.

[Should she make her way down the hall and into Edgeworth's overly grand room, she'll find Phoenix sitting in the bed, pouting.]

quite! Action ;

[sawadeertoday]

[ She enters, making sure to close the door behind her before closing her journal, leaving it on a random surface before beginning to search for the room he was in. She didn't have to look far, thankfully, making her way to the bed and glancing at the cast. ]

When do you think it'll be better by?

[takethat]

I was told four to six weeks.

[He heaves a dramatic sigh.]

It wasn't a very bad break, at least. Not too messy or anything.

[sawadeertoday]

[ She looks it over again. ]

That's a long time.

So how have you been? Besides breaking your leg, of course.

[takethat]

I've been okay... how about you? Things with you and Wheatley still about the same, I take it?

[sawadeertoday]

[ She does feel a bit better, but she has a little dizzy spell from her headache and finds herself suddenly sitting on the edge and moving a hand to her temple, massaging it.

She pauses at the question, though. Should she say anything? Or inquire further about his recent behavior? ]

Mostly. Although lately he's been trying to do everything for me. [ She sits up straighter, moving her hands to her lap, trying to seem unaffected by the headache, as usual. ]

[takethat]

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

"Do everything" for you? ...are you still not feeling well? He mentioned that a while back.

[sawadeertoday]

[ She shrugs, looking down at her lap. ]

He probably thinks I'm insane. He probably pities me.