[...If Edgeworth could verbalize the inner workings of his brain upon seeing Wright curled up next to him, it would sound somewhat like a cacophany of robots farting to the tune of 'Thus Spake Zarathustra.']
[Edgeworth violently scrambles into full awareness, resulting in him plummeting off the side of the bed. Well, at least they both seemed to be dressed, so that eliminates one concern. Maybe.]
[He shakily reaches up to grab hold of the bed, his head emerging slowly from the bed's horizon, revealing a wide-eyed, stupefied expression... ...And he simply stares at the sleeping Wright, gawking.]
[ He stands, blinks at Wright a few times, then walks over to where they were enjoying their alcohol the night before. Hand jittery, he slowly grips the neck of the wine bottle. He then treads slowly to the window, opens it, extends his hand outside, and releases his hold, resulting in the bottle plunging several stories to an eventual demise.
He then exits the room, leaving Wright to his slumber - all this time with the same, unchanging, deer-in-headlights look on his face. Maybe a little stroll will help him recall just what the HELL happened last night.]
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Date: 2012-01-02 09:06 pm (UTC)[...If Edgeworth could verbalize the inner workings of his brain upon seeing Wright curled up next to him, it would sound somewhat like a cacophany of robots farting to the tune of 'Thus Spake Zarathustra.']
[Edgeworth violently scrambles into full awareness, resulting in him plummeting off the side of the bed. Well, at least they both seemed to be dressed, so that eliminates one concern. Maybe.]
[He shakily reaches up to grab hold of the bed, his head emerging slowly from the bed's horizon, revealing a wide-eyed, stupefied expression...
...And he simply stares at the sleeping Wright, gawking.]
[ He stands, blinks at Wright a few times, then walks over to where they were enjoying their alcohol the night before. Hand jittery, he slowly grips the neck of the wine bottle. He then treads slowly to the window, opens it, extends his hand outside, and releases his hold, resulting in the bottle plunging several stories to an eventual demise.
He then exits the room, leaving Wright to his slumber - all this time with the same, unchanging, deer-in-headlights look on his face. Maybe a little stroll will help him recall just what the HELL happened last night.]