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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

[cantacquityou]

Tch. Oh, I'd be so tempted to teach you a lesson if it were not only for the fact that I am simply terribly concerned about hurting you...

[takethat]

I can take a lot when it comes to pain. I just enjoy whining.

[cantacquityou]

I think I'd prefer for you to actually enjoy the experience.

[takethat]

What makes you think I wouldn't like it rough?

[cantacquityou]

I am starting to get the impression that you are not aware that much of the preparation is done on your end.





...No pun intended.

[takethat]

Forget it, Miles. There are only so many ways I can say the same thing over and over again until I give up on you ever hearing it.

[cantacquityou]

[Sighs resignedly]


...Alright, then. I suppose if you are going to trust me, I'll just have to trust you to know what you are doing...

[takethat]

...that would be nice. Thank you.

[He sighs and nestles back against his pillows, falling uncharacteristically silent.]

[cantacquityou]

...Just be sure to give me the week's advance notice.

[takethat]

...I think it'll be up to you to decide that, too. Being that you'll be... in charge.

[cantacquityou]

Not of the cleansing and acclimation processes of it, no. You will have to let me know when you've finished with that and feel sufficiently comfortable to move on.

[takethat]

Fine, fine... You could be a lot sexier in the way you talk about it, you know. You make it soud like a medical procedure.

[cantacquityou]

I really don't think there is any sort of a "sexy" way to discuss enemas.

[takethat]

[He grumbles and rolls over, facing away from Edgeworth.]

There are sexy ways to say anything. You just need practice.

[cantacquityou]

[Chuckles]

I'd like to see you come up with one first. Prove me wrong.

[takethat]

I will. When you least expect it. Just wait.

[But right now, he's feeling sorry for himself losing an argument.]

[cantacquityou]

[He leans in and snakes his arms around Phoenix's torso, spooning him gently and nudging Phoenix's earlobe with the tip of his nose.]

I thought you said you weren't tired.

[takethat]

I'm not.

[He rests his hands atop Edgeworth's arms, exhaling softly. This is probably the most comfortable he's been in a few days.]

...I think my painkillers are starting to wear off, though.

[cantacquityou]

Mmm. That is my cue to get you some more, isn't it?

[takethat]

Nah, don't worry about it.

[Sure, it hurts, but...]

...I'd rather you stay right where you are.

[cantacquityou]

Good. I didn't feel like moving, either.

[takethat]

[He shuts his eyes.]

...really? I thought you wanted to read your book.

[cantacquityou]

Book?

[In an effort to not abandon post, he uses a free arm to blindly seek out the book that he was reading prior. Upon finding it, he wraps his arm around Phoenix's waist once again, and waves it in front of his face, eyes closed or not.]

Ah, yes. Well, in case you were interested in knowing...

[From within the book, he pulls out a folded stack of paper, just about 4-6 sheets, held together by a single stapler. He taps Phoenix on the head with it.]

...I've been doing a bit of research, myself.

[takethat]

[He opens his eyes once more to peek at whatever that is flapping about in front of his face.]

...research about what?

[cantacquityou]

"Research about what"?


...Well, whatever we were just talking about...