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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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[Err..I kinda do feel sorry fo--oh whatever]

Shut up, you. Even my sort of jackassity has limits.

I admit, I do want to see what kind of a place you've been staying in...

...A hotel.

No, really? I thought it might be a brothel.

[All the sarcasm. Really, he just wanted to see the hotel you chose Edgey, geez.]

...Or perhaps I could have rented an apartment or I could have been staying at someone's place, perhaps?

The thought crossed my mind. At least if it's a hotel, that probably means you aren't staying there forever.

...It was merely a transition point.

...between?

...The castle, and hopefully settling elsewhere.

So you... are leaving forever.

That was an idea, originally. I was never certain about it.

You can't.

[It's not pleading. It's not sorrowful. And, as far as Phoenix is concerned, it's not up for debate.]

[Edgeworth merely...groans.]

[He stands abruptly and fishes in his pocket, throwing down enough caisos on the table to pay for his drinks as well as Edgeworth's food. Once again, he's had enough of this insane back-and-forth. It's as though every time he thinks Edgeworth is finally listening to him or possibly giving a damn about him, it's all shot down a second later. And he's already been through enough of it tonight.]

I'll see you, Edgeworth.

W-Where are you going?

Back to my room. Here in the castle. Where I live. Wouldn't want anyone to worry about me.

[ADKJHDSFKJHSDF UGH NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN. Keep calm. Keep. Calm.]

Please, sit down.

[...Reaches over and hooks his finger into one of Phoenix's posterior belt loops.]

Don't... touch me.

[Edgeworth isn't the only one having a problem with the touching, now.]

[Shocked beyond measure, Edgeworth releases his grip.]

As...

...As you wish.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets... those little touches are starting to drive him crazy, just like they are doing to Edgeworth.]

...I don't approve of what you're doing and I don't want to support it...

What are you talking about? What...am I doing, exactly?

Leaving, or trying to leave. I don't approve, I don't support that, I think it's terrible, and I hate the way you're behaving about it.

[Edgeworth could not recall a time when he was this emotionally drained and...smothered, for some reason. It was not as if he had much patience before, but at this point...he was nearly ready to give up and give in just to make it all stop, already...]

...Wright...

[Phoenix, too, is emotionally drained, though for far different reasons--he just doesn't know why he can't make Edgeworth understand what he's trying to tell him.]

...look, I... I'm sorry. This is clearly not going the way either of us wanted it to, in no small part thanks to me.

[He shakes his head, slowly. Wherever he ends up - Castle, or no castle, he feels that there is one thing that must be made clear...]

You want me to return. You want us to be friends. You want me to 'be happy,' and yet you set your own boundaries and expectations upon what you think is best for me. Your intentions are wholly good. I can see this, and, for the most part, I am grateful...
...But I think that it is imperative that you understand that...I...

...I don't...belong to you.