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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]

[A quick roll of the eyes.]

Besides, having someone as good as you, I see no reason to seek certain companionship elsewhere. You wear me out as it is.

[takethat]

I choose to believe that statement is completely and fully regarding my amazing sexual prowess.

[cantacquityou]

Yes. Yes, it is.

[takethat]

[He bursts into a fit of laughter at that.]

I know I always sweep you off your feet every time I touch you.

[To punctuate this, he clumsily rolls a bit more on top of Edgeworth... an action made far less successful than he'd hoped by his broken leg. This, of course, simply causes him to laugh even harder at himself. you tried]

[cantacquityou]

[He chuckles.]

There is "touching," and there is "flopping upon me like a fish"... Quite a difference.

[takethat]

[He deflates and sprawls on top of Edgeworth instead.]

I can touch you if that's what you want. All over.

[Although this isn't uttered with any hint of seduction--more like a bland statement of fact. Now he's just messing with his man...]

[cantacquityou]

Please do not break any more limbs. There is only so long I can wait for you to heal.

[takethat]

I'm never going to get better. It's only been a few days and I already hate this stupid cast.

[cantacquityou]

I see it has also regressed you by at least a decade.

[takethat]

At least. Maybe more.

[He pulls gently on a piece of Edgeworth's bangs.]

Are you really not going to have sex with me until this cast comes off?

[cantacquityou]

The cast coming off is one thing; Your foot actually healing is another. I wouldn't like to know that you'd remove your cast just out of frustration, now.

[takethat]

There is no reason we can't do the nasty while I have a cast on my foot. No reason at all.

[Yes. "Do the nasty."]

[cantacquityou]

[snort.]

...Other than the fact that you can possibly hurt your foot during?

[takethat]

Do you really think my foot will be getting that much action?

[cantacquityou]

[A laugh at a couple of odd mental images]

Your legs aren't exactly stationary...

[takethat]

[Grumbling]

I still don't think they'd be that in danger...

[cantacquityou]

Oh, it has been only a week. What is another two?

[takethat]

It's supposed to be four to six weeks...

[cantacquityou]

Oh, I thought it would have been sufficiently better by then but if you are not opposed to waiting the full term, I don't see why not...

[takethat]

You're such an ass.

[Even as he says it, his eyes are twinkling--as Edgeworth's earlier comment, it's not meant seriously.]

[cantacquityou]

Oh, don't worry yourself. I'll still be here. No one is going to take me away from you.

[takethat]

Good.

[And now, in a flash, he's much more serious.]

I don't know what I'd do without you.

[That constant fear of Miles suddenly "going home" one day without warning has just reared up again.]

[cantacquityou]

Be a painter rather than a lawyer, more than likely.

[takethat]

Or be poisoned to death.

[cantacquityou]

You know, I had a bit of a similar experience, now that I think on it...