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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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[Just... waiting... and trying not to get too worked up about all this.]

[after some time, you'll hear that voice coming from behind you.]

...You know, it would save you a great deal of time if only you were to contact me beforehand.

[He jumps at that, but when he turns to face Edgeworth, it's with a blank expression.]

I want you to tell me what you think is wrong with our friendship.

[Yeah. To say that he is not pleased is an understatement, so he's just getting right to the matter.]

...Is that honestly what you came for?

Yes. I'm not going to sit around all night and wonder what the hell that was all about.

...And exactly why is this bothering you to such an extent?

Because I'm happy to have friends around and I don't think a few people with their minds in the gutter are any reason to change anything.

[~~"Because that really hurt my feelings and I'll cry if you stop letting me spend time with you" more like >>~~]

Neither do I.

...But my suggestion stands firm.

...so you don't think anything they said or thought matters, but you still don't want anything to do with me?

...you are jumping to conclusions.

You're giving me nothing but "tone it down" to go on, so start explaining.

Very well. I propose a period of separation. I think a week is fair.

....

[He knows he's not going to win this one, because when Edgeworth wants distance, he gets it, regardless of what it takes--and Phoenix knows that. All those trips overseas through the past few years have proved that much. Not to mention the whole "fake suicide" matter.

But realizing he's already lost this battle doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.]

...why do you think that's necessary?

Because...

[He places the pads of his fingers lightly upon Phoenix's cheek in a somewhat mocking gesture, as if to say he's speaking to his pet.]

...when there are misunderstandings such as before, your little heart simply cannot take it. I'm just looking out for your best interest. I wouldn't want you to go into cardiac arrest on me one day...

[May you never know what that touch does to him. He's certainly not going to let on--if he himself even gets it.]

...I think you're still misunderstanding now. Of course I was bothered. Everyone was taking things entirely the wrong way. You were upset, too.

[Yes, but upset for an entirely different reason, I might add.]

...Wright...

[He looks directly into his eyes and smiles a small ...smile or sorts.]

...You aren't going to die not being by my side for seven days.

[That's probably not altogether true--not that there will be any explaining going on between these two.]

...no, I guess I won't.

[He meets that gaze and sort of half-wilts under it, working his jaw in an attempt to keep from looking too teary-eyed. He's not going to cry in front of Edgeworth--and he's not going to cry over Edgeworth, either. ~~So he keeps telling himself, anyway.~~]

...but it's pointless to do this.

[Which is probably true. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.]

[Oh God, you're killing me, Phoenix. I'm supposed to be 'ruthless,' remember? He places his hands on Phoenix's shoulders and smiles at him]

...Whatever have I done to deserve a friend like you?

[Ugh, he just wants to hug Edgeworth and cry.

He swallows the unfortunate lump in his throat and speaks up again, failing completely at his attempt to make his voice sound normal.]

...if you think so highly of me, then there really isn't any reason to stop talking to me for a week.

[Why is this so difficult? Surely Edgeworth could normally go weeks without speaking with his closest acquaintances, no problem. Phoenix, on the other hand, was oddly and unnervingly distraught about a mere few days of separation. At seeing how much this is actually troubling Phoenix, he is struck to the core... He cannot help wanting to hug Phoenix, himself.]

...I truly am cruel to you, aren't I?

[He breathes in sharply at that, and looks away--at the floor, at his feet, at anything but Edgeworth.]

You're... not, ordinarily.

...But this is cruel, and I don't understand why you're doing it.

[Never mind that he also doesn't understand why it hurts so much--that's for worrying about at a later time.]

[Damn. And you'd think he had said seven months rather than seven days...]

...Of course I am. After all, when I thought about it, I spend a disproportionate amount of time poking fun at you...

[Hey, seven days is a long time to go without seeing the person who makes you the happiest. ...not that that's getting admitted, either.]

I guess that's true, but it doesn't really bother me all that much. I'd rather you be making fun of me than not talking to me at all.

...Really, now?

I just always assumed that was your way of being friendly.

[He shrugs, positive he was wrong once again in his attempts to peg Edgeworth's personality.]