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...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:

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Hotel Room

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I don't want to take advantage of anything. Please just get back up on the sofa.

[His feet are planted firmly on the ground.]

I'm not making you sit on the floor, and I mean it.

Tch.

[Gets back on the sofa. :/]

[Oh yay he won that one.

Cue Phoenix's own "victorious smirk." ...yeah....]

[Only because you're sick so your opinion matters more FOR NOW ~~and because Edgeworth still totally blames himself for the incident~~]

[So, IGNORING said smile, he simply picks up the sketchbook and studies the sketch.]

...

...What exactly do you expect of me?

I expect you to do your own thing while I go about being your friend. In other words... I don't really expect anything from you. Just continue being yourself. [~~Also let me lean on you when I feel bad ;;~~]

But you also want me to distort my face into this. [he holds up the picture]

How do you propose I go about doing that simply by being myself?

I just think that, with time, "being yourself" will include a few real smiles like that.

Is it so wrong for me to have faith in your future happiness?

[Takes a considerably long time to think of how to respond to this...]

...What does it concern you?

You're my friend. Seeing you happy is important to me.

[This is true--he'd tell Maya the same thing in the right situation--but it's probably not the whole truth. Oh well.]

The very concept of 'happiness' eludes me. Each time I seek said 'happiness,' I realize that any semblance of such is simply going to be mercilessly retracted when I least expect it, so much so that I end up expecting it, and that all of my efforts will eventually end up futile.

...

I think I will simply give up on happiness and simply settle with 'contentedness.' That seems to be good enough. Is that alright?

That is one of the saddest things I've ever heard. No, contentedness isn't good enough, but it's a start. Just give me a chance to make you happy. I know I can do it.

[~~Too bad you don't know how completely gay you sound right now Phoenix~~]

[At that, Edgeworth places his left elbow upon the arm of the chair, and rested his temple upon his middle and index fingers. He peers at Wright from beneath his bangs, flashing him an almost coy smirk...]

...Really, now? I hope you know that's a rather audacious offer...

I'm a pretty "audacious" guy most of the time.

[He's only halfway sure he's defining that word correctly, but damn he wants to sound smart right now.]

And I mean what I say. I'm sorry, but you're not getting rid of me. I'm a leech. And I'm slowly going to drain away that sadness you're building up.

[Lowers his voice to an overly-dramatic whisper and wiggles his fingers in a "spooky" way]

And all you can do...

is just...

watch.

[He captures that waggling finger into his fist, as it instantly, and frighteningly, reminded him of a certain person..]

Hmm...Judging by all of this, I can already see that there is bound to be quite a few interesting developments on the horizon, Mr. ...Phoenix Von Karma.

[There's really only one reasonable response to such a horrible accusation.]

OBJECTION!

[Startled!]

...What the Hell?!

I'm nothing like a von Karma!

[He's too busy pouting to notice his finger being grabbed or anything else for that matter. This is a Serious Business Pout.]

...I was referring to the way you were wagging your finger at me. Nothing more.

.....oh, fine.

[He drops the pout. ~~He can really turn it on and off in a snap.~~]

As to those interesting events on the horizon you were mentioning... I guess I'll just look forward to finding out what they are.

[Shifting so as to make this more comfortable, he leans in to rest his head on Edgeworth's shoulder, sighing softly as he does so. It's been a long past few days and he's tired of waiting for an invitation he's not going to get for this sort of physical comfort.]

['Surprised' was an understatement. A creeping and most uncertain ache began to pulsate throughout his body at that very simple, but extremely meaningful gesture. This sort of physical contact certainly wasn't something he was accustomed to in the slightest. Was this..common? How should he react to this? Certainly, he's never observed this sort of thing from any of his ~~straight~~ male acquaintances. How is this different? Perhaps this is the sort of thing that 'close friends' did? Or was Wright simply being...Wright? Surely, he's never seen this sort behavior directed to Larry, either...]

...

[Supposing that this would probably be a good time to start gradually easing himself into the responsibilities of the friendship he had claimed to yearn, he thought that...perhaps he should reciprocate a friendly gesture of his own, to mitigate the chance of another awkward exchange. He then turns his head, studying his friend's calmness - the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took, the immense trust that was implied therein, showing that Phoenix was apparently nowhere near as uneasy as he was feeling...which is to say, perhaps there wasn't anything as odd about this as he was making it out to be....

...And with that in mind, he gently ruffles his friend's raven locks. Albeit rather awkwardly.]

...On the contrary to what you said earlier, I'm sure I'll get rid of you one day, whether I'd like to or not.

[Edgeworth's initial lack of response to being used as a pillow concerned Phoenix, but he had no intention of moving, anyway. Rather, he planned to see this through to the end--whatever "the end" turned out to be.

So, having his hair ruffled after that nerve-wracking pause came as a pleasant surprise. Any awkwardness from Edgeworth has gone completely unnoticed, and Phoenix gives him a little nudge in response to his words, smiling brightly but still unwilling to move.]

You have no idea how incredibly stuck with me you are. By the way, has anyone ever told you that you have very comfortable shoulders?

...It is not as though anyone else has attempted to seek comfort in them. [A low chuckle]

Besides, I can perhaps list a few ways which may deter you from our somewhat ...matrimonial friendship, no matter how 'incredibly stuck' you believe I am.

Oh? Do tell.

[He's going to fall asleep on you soon if you don't keep him talking.]

[His thumb squeezes his index finger, cracking a knuckle.]

Hm. What if there comes a day when I should tell you that I absolutely despise you and I want you to stay out of my life forever. Would you oblige?

No, sir. Of course not. I told you--you're not getting rid of me. Hell, especially not just with a few words.

It'd be nice if you didn't say that to me, though.