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[Here's an anything-goes post for anyone who may wish to interact with Edgeworth in any way at any time. All is welcome under the premise that Edgeworth is either entering or vacating his hotel room. Or just walk right in if you want to be an ass about it. Either way, here is where anyone from anywhere, regardless of game or dressing room, can take advantage of the opportunity to harass a random Edgeworth whenever they see fit.]

Date: 2011-12-31 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Sits silently and solemnly for a few seconds, once again feeling the blush creep upwards. He then proceeds to accompany Wright's chuckle with a light-hearted one of his own.]

I've never realized how difficult it can be for former rivals to commit to confessing to something as relatively trivial as mere friendship.

[I know it..I am certain Wright is speaking out of jest. But why should such wanton banter have such an effect on me? ]

Edited Date: 2011-12-31 05:25 am (UTC)

omg wtf why am I in disneyworld at 7am

Date: 2011-12-31 12:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Friendship... of course. Because that's totally what he meant.

Still, the blush isn't lost on him, and he stares at his now-empty wine glass and wonders if the flush he, too, feels is from the alcohol or the conversation.]

I think... Maybe it's a good thing we finally bridged that unspoken gap.

Pffft, beats me.

Date: 2011-12-31 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He discreetly looks Wright over, studying his form to check for his reaction, any similar signs of unease, but since the day was drawing to a close and no one had bothered to turn on a light, he could not detect his former rivals equal sense of anxiety, and as such, his looking him over was only seeming to exacerbate his admittedly consciously suppressed desires from their latency. Surely, something was amiss. He had always attributed his feeling of closeness and his fascination with Wright to being a worthy opponent...And then there's the niggling fact that he is a man. And no, not only is he a man, but he is Wright. Actually, had he even come to terms yet with what his own preferences were? He gets up and peers out of the window, as if to distract himself form his own thoughts.]

...It was the sort of thing that could have been communicated without words. Help yourself to more.

Edited Date: 2011-12-31 02:36 pm (UTC)

Re: Pffft, beats me.

Date: 2011-12-31 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, yeah, but...

[He sighs and pours another glass of the wine. This situation is a little more difficult than he was expecting, and the wine is at least helping. least, it's helping to some degree. But the waning light and the close quarters with the rather--well, there's no other word for it but "attractive"--man he's dealing with confusing feelings for... it's all kind of getting to his head, and those feelings are just getting stranger the longer they talk. He wonders, distantly, if he should air some of that, but quickly banishes the thought. No need to possibly shatter the tenuous thread of amiability he's managed to this point. He opts for something heavy with deeper meaning instead.]

...I guess sometimes words make a bigger difference than leaving things unspoken forever.
From: [identity profile]
[oh, of course there are other words for it~ 'handsome,' 'dashing,' ' alluring,' 'beautiful,' etc...such is Edgeworth, yes. >D]

At times, yes.

[He looks directly at him. Once again stoic, if not very slightly wistful]

And there are also other times when some sentiments are better kept under lock forever.

[...Under lock...? His own words promptly remind him of some certain 'locks' he was trained to detect just the day before. By Wright, no less...the other Wright.]
Edited Date: 2011-12-31 07:49 pm (UTC)

Fml same here same here

Date: 2011-12-31 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[What, another Phoenix? What a concept! xD]

Sometimes, keeping that kind of thing bottled up just makes matters worse in the long run.

[He smiles, sort of vaguely. Throwing out cliches probably isn't going to earn him any brownie points, but he means it, and Edgeworth is tough to read. More wine--that'll help.]

Ah nice to be back on the laptop

Date: 2011-12-31 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Are we talking about something specific, here?]

...What king of 'thing'?

I'm in disneyworld all night lol new year

Date: 2011-12-31 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Oh...maybe he was jumping the gun a little.

Or, you know, maybe Edgeworth is sensing the fact that his thoughts are getting ahead of him. Urk.]

Oh, uh, the kind of thing like saying we're friends instead of just leaving it hanging in the air without ever touching it.

From: [identity profile]
[Perhaps he was, because he surely does sense something a little odd in Wright's behavior. But...oh well. Maybe that's just how he is. Odd. That's Wright...]


[Oh, to Hell with it]

Is something the matter, Wright?

Edited Date: 2012-01-01 01:27 am (UTC)

Traffic, traffic everywhere oh gosh

Date: 2012-01-01 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What, no! Of course not!

[This he says in that obviously-lying way, complete with a high little laugh.]

What... ever makes you ask that?

Insomnia, insomnia, everywhere. Oh gosh. XD

Date: 2012-01-01 08:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[This face right here? Looking at you. Exactly like that. It's the, 'That is complete bullshit, I can tell something is strange, Wright, did you forget I'm also a lawyer?' face.]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

[He doesn't deign to honour that with a response. Instead, he simply begins to slip his shoes off, resting them into a little crevasse beneath the window he was standing by. He then proceeds to remove his jacket, resting it upon the arm of the chair, and works upon untying his cravat.]

Date: 2012-01-01 12:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He watches the shoe removal with nothing more than vague interest, and then progresses to a mixture of fascination and confusion as Edgeworth takes off his jacket and cravat.

He can probably count on one hand the number of times he's seen that man's neck since they've been adults.

He stammers, because he's so gifted with speech like that.]

H-hey, what are you doing?? [and why is it sexy??]

Date: 2012-01-01 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Halts in the middle of unbuttoning his inner vest.]

...What does it look like I am doing, Wright?

Date: 2012-01-01 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Is this a trick question??]

It looks like... you are... taking your clothes off.

[Going with "not a trick question."]

Date: 2012-01-01 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Brilliant observation, Mr. Wright. Is that a problem? Were you perhaps expecting me to retire in my suit?

[...That being said, free of the more stifling articles of clothing (jacket, vest, shoes and cravat), he begins to look through the room's very abundant closet for something a bit more relaxed to wear]

Date: 2012-01-01 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[HNNG what is this situation he's gotten himself into? He decides more wine is the way to go to hide his ever-reddening face.]

I'm just a little surprised that you're so relaxed. Changing clothes in front of me and all.

Date: 2012-01-01 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Wright, with that reaction, you are either inebriated or neurotic. I have no idea where you got the impression that I was intending to fully undress in front of you.

[continues to shuffle through the clothes. His face then twists in horror when he pulls this out.]


Date: 2012-01-01 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Well he is getting pretty tipsy, but that's neither here nor there, because the awkward suddenly melts away into absolute peals of laughter.]

Oh my god, Edgeworth. It's so... you!

[And now he's chanting.]

Wear it! Wear it!


Date: 2012-01-01 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


[Let us just put that shit back in the closet where it belongs. Forever.

Oh, wait a minute, this looks like it might be rather norm-- Oh I spoke too soon.]
Edited Date: 2012-01-01 08:33 pm (UTC)


Date: 2012-01-01 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Now he's biting his lower lip to keep from erupting into even more laughter. It's failing miserably.]

I had no idea you were into such things!

[As long as he's laughing and drunk, he decides to kick off his own shoes and loosen his tie. When in Rome?]


Date: 2012-01-01 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...I see you are enjoying yourself.

[He deposits the monstrous garment back into the closet and decides he'd worry about it later. Was this supposed to be a hotel for village idiots?

He then walks over to Wright and looks down upon the man who seemed to have enough hysterics for them both. He then extends his hand, pressing his palm upon Wright's forehead for several seconds and then places said hand upon his cheek.]

...I think you've had enough.

[Let us remove this wine glass from your hand? Y/Y?]
Edited Date: 2012-01-01 10:26 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-01-01 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[What, the same prop for a whole scene doesn't suit Edgeworth? xD

The touch against his forehead and cheek is enough to startle him into silence once again (even though he does have a little trouble calming down from his laughing fit), and he stares at the other man.

For probably too long, but it's not a bad view.]


What are you doing?

Date: 2012-01-01 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He responds through clenched teeth.]

...Checking your temperature, you inebriated idiot.

Date: 2012-01-01 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Inebriated? Aw come on, I'm not drunk.

[He flashes a grin once more to prove his point, somehow, and then fixes Edgeworth with a more serious look.]

But thanks for caring.

Date: 2012-01-01 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

You're welcome.

[He frowns, face!palms Wright with a firm, but gentle shove to the face...Perhaps not aware that his gestures were probably simply an excuse to touch him.]

I suppose I'll refrain from caring from now on.

[Frustrated at the lack of sensible clothing choices, his predicament of being transported to some unknown, mystical hotel, and a buzzed colleague who seems to oddly question just about everything he is trying to do, he flops right back into his chair, resigning to the idea that he just might have to go to bed tonight in his dress shirt and slacks. Or naked.]

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