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[cantacquityou]

...This is a general post for Paradisa residents, should anyone wish to harass visit or contact Edgeworth ICly. If you are not from Paradisa (I.E., from another game/dressing room, etc), you are welcome to interact with Edgeworth via his Hotel Room. 

 LOLNOPE. Edgey has a new inbox now. Go there.

Room at various angles.

...Because Edgeworth is very well-off, there will be no question that he will request as much from the castle as he can to feel 'at home.' Therefore, his room will be inspired by a room of one of his favourite hotel suites - the Hazlitts in Soho, London. The hotel room is a bit smaller than it appears in the picture, but is extremely richly furnished and decorated. However, with opulence comes a price, as usual, and because of Edgeworth's fastidious tastes, the castle will inflict upon him at least one temporary loss per month. Unbeknownst to Edgeworth, of course.

At any given time, there will be a book or two on the bed, and others placed sporadically at various crevasses within the room.  There is another, smaller partition of the room containing a couch, small table, and chair. There are a pair of small speakers, a heated blanket, a small fridge with at least two wine bottles, and a heating apparatus that doesn't emit microwaves. There's also a burgundy/blue chess set. There's no television, no futon, and of course, no Oldbag . There is a black box on the desk that requires not only a key to be opened, but a sliding puzzle to be solved. There's also a medium-sized kitchen. The bathroom is nothing particularly fascinating, as he doesn't spend enough time in there to feel the need to expend too much effort in decorating it, and it is much smaller than one may expect after seeing the room. There is, however, a clean bathtub lined with a few red/gold, unused candles.









See the chess piece? Definitely Edgeworth's room.

The kitchen is similar to this, but quite smaller:



 

 

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[cantacquityou]

[He then brings his crying friend in for a hug, directing his head towards his shoulder. With said hand on Phoenix's head and the other wrapped around his midsection, he gazes upward, cursing himself for being the obdurate son of a bitch that he was for emotionally destroying his friend on his birthday - the same friend who he just looked in the eye and claimed to hold him in 'the highest esteem.'


This gesture is done partly as an apology, a gesture of care, and an excuse...

... an excuse to hide the fact that there are now a few tears streaming down Edgeworth's own face, as well.]

[takethat]

[This is all just a little too much for Phoenix. To say it's been an emotional night already would be a severe understatement, and now Edgeworth is hugging him--of his own free will--and actually being comforting?

Quite overcome with all this, Phoenix lets out a single, quiet sob, and wraps his arms around Edgeworth in return. He isn't going to pass up the opportunity to cry it out on Edgeworth's shoulder... he has to cry it out somewhere, after all.]

[cantacquityou]

[This is simply too much for him to handle. He has never seen Phoenix - the great Phoenix Wright, the man famed for his seemingly impeccable resolve and and strength, the man with the budding legacy of continuously 'rising from the ashes' - this broken. Seeing what many other regarded as a pinnacle of strength being brought down like this would make any other man fall to his knees...and he had himself to blame for it. Edgeworth is almost on the verge of panic by now. He nearly chokes out his words as he speaks in a feeble attempt to make it all better somehow...]





Please, forget it...




[His face is stained with tears - not that Phoenix should ever know this, however, lest it makes him feel worse - so, he gently presses his face into Phoenix's tresses in a discreet attempt to get rid of the evidence.]

[takethat]

[He's been taking deep, level breaths, trying to calm himself, as he's moved from despair to sheer embarrassment in the space of a few moments.

Feeling Edgeworth's face pressing into his hair isn't helping at all, unfortunately, and his breath hitches a little too noticeably for his liking at that additional, close contact. Whatever this is, he knows, somewhere through the haze of crying, that he needs to stop it--now.

So, against the wishes of every part of himself, he leans back away from Edgeworth, just enough to wipe furiously at his own eyes, his head still bowed low to keep his messy face from being too visible.]

[cantacquityou]

[He straightens himself and silently watches as Phoenix tries to compose himself, hoping that Phoenix won't be able to pick up on his momentary bout of weakness...]

[takethat]

...u-uh...

[Coughing to clear his throat]

......I'm... not proud of this...

[cantacquityou]

It's alright...


[Has no clue what to say in these sorts of situations...]


...It...happens...

[takethat]

[He reaches for a napkin and wipes his face with it.]

Yeah. I guess it does.

[And takes a deep breath--]

...thanks for... helping. You do take pretty good care of me.

[--and offers the ghost of a smile.]

[cantacquityou]

I haven't done anything...

[takethat]

You gave me a literal shoulder to cry on. That's... a big deal, to me.

[And a hug. Let's not forget that. ...and Phoenix won't be forgetting it, and he's sorry that part is already over.]

...just sorry for falling apart on you.

[cantacquityou]

I was the one who caused you to cry in the first place...

trying to fall asleep I swear

[takethat]

...but it's okay. You... you aren't responsible for my happiness, right?

[The irony of this isn't lost on him at all.]

[cantacquityou]

...Yes, but-I mean wha-...I...You, um. Perhaps if you-...


...You are free to tell me the same, if it is any consolation to you...

[takethat]

To tell you--what? That I "can't stand you"? That...would be quite the lie.

[cantacquityou]

I said, 'sometimes...'

[takethat]

It... still wouldn't be true.

[cantacquityou]

But, surely... I get on your nerves more often than not...don't I?

[takethat]

You cam be a little confusing, but...

[Shrug]

It's worth it.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, come on. Now you're making me feel bad...

[takethat]

Well, if you don't want me to tell the truth, I won't...

[cantacquityou]

How about this; Tell me every scathing thing you have ever thought about me. Perhaps then I can atone for saying such horrible things to you at the worst possible time.

[takethat]

...I don't hold things in very often, you know? ...anything "scathing" I've thought about you, I've already told you.

[cantacquityou]

You know I don't believe that.

[takethat]

You don't have to believe it, but it's the truth.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, I am sure when I was gone, you were thinking, "...that bastard! That sorry, selfish, son of a bitch! I hope he has gone to roast in the fiery pits of Hell!"