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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]

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.

[cantacquityou]

I'd prefer to take a shower before going to bed.

[takethat]

[Grumbling, low but still plenty loud enough to be heard.]

You really don't want to frustrate me any more than I already am at this moment.

[cantacquityou]

What was that?

[takethat]

You're being frustrating and I hate it.

[He's quite serious. To be fair, it's been a trying few days.]

[cantacquityou]

I'm...sorry? I wasn't aware I was acting any different than I normally do.

[takethat]

Normally I can deal with it.

[He crosses his arms and leans back against the pillows.]

Will you at least look at me if you won't touch me?

[cantacquityou]

Ah, that's what you meant...

Very well, I'll go get showered then I'll entertain you once I've finished.

[takethat]

...that was too easy. What's the catch?

[cantacquityou]

What catch? I am going to shower, then I will come to bed a little earlier than intended.

[takethat]

...well, okay...

[Still, he doesn't know if he completely trusts this.]

[cantacquityou]

[Timeskip 30 minutes later - LAWL I'M CLEAN NOW.

He emerges in silken pajama bottoms, shirtless.]


Have you seen my shirt?

[takethat]

No, and I hope you never find it.