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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:

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Current Location: Hotel Room

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[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.

...Why wouldn't you?

Because I like you too much to leave you alone forever. If I recall, you've told me to get lost plenty of times in the past, anyway. It didn't work then, and it's not going to work in the future, either.

...What if my happiness depended on it?

I don't want to entertain the idea that getting rid of me would bring you true happiness...

...It is a possibility. Worth a thought. And yet, not even that would deter you?

Probably not... I'd probably assume you didn't mean it again.

Very well, then. What if...

...Hm... [pauses to think on it for a second]

...What if I were to - [he snorts] - What if I were to - [he snorts again, because this is possibly the most ridiculous thing he could ever think up] - What if, perhaps in the most apocalyptic event, I were to fall in love with you...? [Snerks majorly] ...I mean, become completely smitten? Would that frighten you off, then?

[He laughs because this is totally laughable, right? Right??]

Nah... I mean, if you suddenly turned into this oozing mass of romance and gushing, I'd probably be scared, but not scared away, no.

[~~Leave the gushing to Phoenix ;D~~]

Even I were the type to fall in love, I do not think in would include 'gushing,' and...etcetera. In any case, I don't believe you for one moment that you wouldn't be frightened off.

Why do you have such a hard time believing that I'm stubborn? I'm too stubborn to be scared off. Plain and simple.

It is indeed because I believe you to be too stubborn. You speak so confidently about experiences you've yet to face. If such things were to actually happen, your attitude may very well change.

What I have a hard time understanding is why. Why are you so stubborn? Could you not live to do away with me and find new friends? Why did you expend so much effort in trying to locate and help me, even I did not care for it?

[This is really not something Phoenix has ever bothered to think about before. Sure, he's been asked--by Maya, at least ~~and that bro he can't remember~~--but he's always shrugged it off with a laugh and a "that's just how I am" or "I just went with my gut instinct." But that's never really been the full extent of the answer, and it's only just now dawning on him that there's more to it than the surface level would lead him to believe.

What it all boils down to, he supposes, is impressions. Edgeworth had made such a lasting impression in Phoenix's mind, way back when they were in grade school together, that he'd never been able to let go of the mental image of that fiery spirit who stood up for him when the rest of his nine-year-old world was against him. He'd wanted so badly to have the chance to befriend that version of Miles Edgeworth, that when he found him again years later--all grown up and hiding sorrow behind a mask of emotionlessness--he knew he had his work cut out for him to uncover that little boy he knew was still in there, somewhere.

Of course, he's not going to say all that to Edgeworth and risk his innermost thoughts and feelings being snorted at and mocked. He sighs and adjusts his head a little, still unmoving from the shoulder he's claimed for the time being, and forces himself to answer as best as he can manage.]

You were kind to me, a long time ago. You showed me that I wasn't alone no matter how miserable I felt, and you showed me that you cared. I've just always wanted the opportunity to repay that... to do the same for you.

[At this time, if he had not lost memories of his father, he would have said that such an action was inspired almost wholly by his father's influence and his desire to become a defense attorney. Therefore, at that time, he drew a silent blank - he recalled doing it as a sort of 'practice,' feeling as though he would be obliged to do so should he deem himself worthy of following in - wait, whose? - footsteps...? Was it Manfred's? Certainly not, he had a disdain for defense attorneys. Was it some television hero that he had idolized as a child? Perhaps a hero from one of his favourite books - Atticus Finch, perhaps? In any case, he knew that someone had inspired him, but ...who?]

...That made such an impact on you?

...I would have been most happy if you had told me that back then.