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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.]

Comments

[takethat]

Miles, I don't know Larry.

[cantacquityou]

I thought you would have by now.

[takethat]

You know, it's funny... even when I get to know him a little, I can't really remember what I've learned.

[cantacquityou]

That makes it even more perturbing...

[takethat]

Don't pick on me; I'm an invalid.

[cantacquityou]

Would you do me a favour and refrain from using the words "pick on" for a week? You sound like a preteen.

[takethat]

Don't make me the subject of your jest. I'm an invalid.

[cantacquityou]

I am not in any way "jesting" by saying that I think it is absolutely perturbing that you agreed to paint a naked picture of my sister for someone with whom you claim hardly any familiarity.

[takethat]

Two things, Miles... first of all, I agreed to paint a "naked woman," and only after I'd started did he tell me to make it into Franziska, and it was my disagreeing that got me a broken leg.

Secondly, I did it because it seems to hurt him that I don't know him well.

[cantacquityou]

...Well, if you had only made that clear before, it probably would have spared me a few nightmares.

[takethat]

You didn't ask before.

[cantacquityou]

I specifically recall prodding you for information, in which you gave the distinct impression that you had complied. In all that time you failed to mention that you refused. Otherwise, why would you have been on the ladder?

[takethat]

I was painting the nonspecific naked boob.

[cantacquityou]

...Indeed.

[takethat]

I feel like I ended up getting punished for trying to do something nice for somebody.

[cantacquityou]

[He taps his pen on the desk and inhales deeply.]

...Just employ a bit of better judgement when you attempt to do so, yes?

[takethat]

I guess.

[He agrees, mostly because he's not up for an argument at the moment. But really, when has he ever used good judgment in choosing how to help others?

Even as he nods his agreement, he avoids meeting Edgeworth's gaze.]

[cantacquityou]

[Sighs]

I have a feeling I am pushing it by asking such a thing.

[takethat]

It was a nice try.

[Have a wan little grin.]

[cantacquityou]

I'll be sure to save my breath. [He huffs slightly, and swivels back around, facing his desk]

[takethat]

[He's quiet for all of thirty seconds.]

Why don't you come over here for a while?

[cantacquityou]

I am but a few feet away from you. How much closer do you want me to be?

[takethat]

Here--[he points to the bed right beside his butt]--would be nice.

[cantacquityou]

I'll get there eventually.

...When I am tired.

[takethat]

Come over here before you're tired.