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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: 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.]

Date: 2012-01-02 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[By this point, Phoenix doesn't really care why Edgeworth is touching him; it's enough that he is, and he doesn't want it to stop. He almost protests aloud, but he stops himself just in time. Probably not the wisest decision to irritate Edgeworth more.]

I liked that you cared. [He shrugs.] Kind of nice.

Date: 2012-01-02 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
["Shut up, Wright." "You talk too much, Wright." "You ask too many inane questions, Wright." All such and similar things occurred to Edgeworth to respond with, but as he throws his head back, resting his neck upon the head of the chair, staring placidly at the ceiling, the only thing that comes out is-...]


...Do you have any clothes that I can borrow?

Date: 2012-01-02 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He blinks a few times at that, but recovers well enough, leaving only the last little lingering bit of something hanging over himself. Something about those touches.]

I might. I haven't been here very long, either, though, and I haven't been through my own closet yet. I may just have the blue partner to that pink bunny suit of yours.

[He'd like to add, "And anyway I think you're broader in the chest than I am," but... nah.]

Date: 2012-01-02 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Th-That's okay... If you don't have anything that would retain my dignity, I suppose I will just have to make do somehow.

Date: 2012-01-02 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Just go around in your shirtsleeves! That's what I plan on doing. Right now, as a matter of fact.

[And he removes his jacket and rolls up his sleeves.]

Date: 2012-01-02 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He tosses his jacket over a chair.]

It's not pajamas or anything super comfortable, but it beats a full three-piece suit--and you're still in that stuffy looking vest, too.

((unless of course he took the vest off already and I forgot, but it THINK it's just the jacket and cravat??))
From: [identity profile]


[He groans, blinks at the ceiling, and then drapes his forearm over his eyes.]

...Wright, I want to ask you something...
From: [identity profile]
[He's expecting to be asked "why are you still in my room?" or "why did you drink so much of my wine?" and he's not sure he can answer either one. Preparing to be chased out, he sighs.]

...sure. What is it?

It's okay, my dear. I feel your pain. XD

Date: 2012-01-02 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[The arm that was draped across his eyes falls limply onto his lap, and his head rolls slowly towards Phoenix, peering at him through half-lidded eyes.]

Do you...?

Date: 2012-01-02 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[WHAT is that look? First Edgeworth let's him get a little drunk, then half-strips, and now he's looking at him like that? It's safe to say Phoenix is not getting any less confused right now.]

D-do I....?

Date: 2012-01-02 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


[With that, Edgeworth's lips part, lids droop and body goes limp - right there in that chair.
...So. Guess who's halfway to Dreamland? You may wish to blame the wine and the lack of his usual dosage of tea.]

Date: 2012-01-02 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Phoenix just stares, never having been anywhere near Edgeworth with his guard down well enough to sleep. It's kind of a beautiful sight.

He smiles softly and inches close enough to reach out a hand to Edgeworth's shoulder, just to touch him while he's got the chance.]

Date: 2012-01-02 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[His shoulder twitches.]


[Several seconds later, his eyes crack open just ever-so-slightly, and as he glances up at Wright, he smiles placidly and drowsily...]

Hello Feenits...

[...And he drifts off once more.

..Oh, and Wright? If anyone asks...This never happened. No one will believe you, anyway. Not even Edgeworth.]

Date: 2012-01-02 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Waking up to that every morning would be incredible

Well, he seems to be out cold, and Phoenix isn't about to leave him in a chair to get a neckache all night. He busies himself turning down the bedsheets and then, without really bothering to stop and think too much about it, heaves Edgeworth up princess-style and makes his way over to the bed with him. It's not the easiest feat to accomplish, but he gives it his all; Edgeworth isn't terribly heavy anyway, and Phoenix is resolved to doing this.

It makes perfect sense for some reason.]

Date: 2012-01-02 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Damn you strong motherfucker how in the Hell]


[He may possibly attribute it to dreaming later, but Edgeworth does indeed gather some sense of being in motion for some reason in his languorous semi-consciousness. When you're this sleepy, fucks will be given that day.]

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