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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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[cantacquityou]

...


[Walks into the closet...

...and emerges with a Steel Samurai T-shirt.]

[takethat]

[Rather than whining or arguing back, Phoenix just shrugs, eyes downcast for just a moment before flickering back to his journal.

Perhaps he's a bit sad that Edgeworth is being so standoffish tonight.

Or maybe he just thinks Edgeworth is equally cute in a Steel Samurai t-shirt.]

[cantacquityou]

[Well, he appears to be busy with his journal... Perhaps Edgey'll just take a book and slide up on that bed beside him...]

[takethat]

[Regardless of his grumpiness (and itchy, achey leg), he can't help but feel a warm little flutter in his chest when Edgeworth scoots in next to him. He closes his eyes for a moment and leans heavily against the other man's shoulder, not unlike he had when he was recovering from his coma earlier in the year.]

[cantacquityou]

[With one hand, he pries the book open and with he other, he snakes around Phoenix's shoulder and idly rakes his fingers through his hair.]

[takethat]

Sorry, Miles. ...I'm being a handful right now.

[He scoots his head just a bit so that he can idly read over Edgeworth's shoulder.]

I don't like being stuck in bed.

[cantacquityou]

When are you never a handful?

[takethat]

Ha ha.

[Have a small smile.]

...you still could've left your shirt off, though.

[cantacquityou]

I won't encourage you when you have a broken leg.

[takethat]

So that's it.

[A pause, then, dramatically (on purpose)]

You hate me because I'm broken.

[cantacquityou]

I like to make sure that all parts of my plaything are in working order before play.

[takethat]

[He coughs.]

...if I wasn't so comfortable right now, I'd leave for that!

[It's a very big lie.]

[cantacquityou]

Oh? Why is that? After all, a broken leg isn't very conducive to... certain activity.

[takethat]

...really? Because I hear it's possible to thoroughly enjoy "certain activity" while all four limbs are tied up and useless, so...

[cantacquityou]

Good lord. I couldn't imagine the sorts of conversations you have.

[takethat]

They aren't conversations... I'm mostly referring to magazines...

[cantacquityou]

...That makes it so much better.

[takethat]

It should. At least you know I'm not sitting around chatting about bondage over tea.

[cantacquityou]

Of course. You'd prefer to do it over hot chocolate.

[takethat]

[He grins at that.]

You have a valid point there.

[cantacquityou]

Perhaps I should think to tie you up whenever you get out of hand, since the idea seems to please you so.

[takethat]

I thought you'd probably take to that concept pretty quickly.

[cantacquityou]

Whatever gets you to behave...

[takethat]

But Miles. Think about it logically.

[Snerk]

...if I like it, and I get what I like from misbehaving, chances are good I would "behave" even less.

[cantacquityou]

Then I'll just have to get a hell of a lot of rope.