[Edgeworth's Hotel Room]

[milesperglower]

[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.]

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[EPILOGUE] 2/2

[3tieredcravat.livejournal.com]

..!!??!!?!?!


[...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.]