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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~~.

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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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Knowing you, I have little doubt that she was in a sort of unfortunate situation and that you felt absolutely compelled to step in and exact justice for her by righting the wrongs that had befallen the poor girl...and that you felt that you could only do so by taking her in and providing her with the family that she had lacked. Though, my imagination may simply be running off in a completely unrelated direction...

[He quirks an eyebrow at that, and breathes a chuckle.]

Why Miles. I had no idea you had such a high opinion of my tendency toward showering lost puppies with love and attention. I kind of hope you're right about all that.

...So you say every time I say anything marginally positive about you.

It's always just a surprise that someone like you finds anything positive in me.

Why?

[Feeling that he doesn't have to answer such a trite question, he just doesn't.]

...Wright, it was a serious question.

...you're a million levels above me most of the time.

...I beg your pardon?

...that's all, really. I can't explain it any better than that.

[He stoops to pick up a large shell he's just stepped on, and then continues walking, peering at the shell as he goes.]

What is it, Wright? Is it my-... Am I--? What are you referring to, exactly? My finances? My tendency to plan ahead? I really -... I don't understand...

You're always on top of things. When I do win against you in court, it's by the skin of my teeth. You're better than me--at life, I guess--and you know it. And your money is part of that.

I...I see...

...so, then, it's fair, isn't it? For me to be surprised when you actually like something about me. I mean, you're better suited to grander company than mine.

That...That is not how I have been seeing it.

That is not how I have been seeing it at all.

Oh? ...mind sharing your side of things?

We are entirely different beings - that I agree - and while they may become glaringly obvious and, at times, harrowing in lesser situations, it is these differences that, in my opinion, make us the perfect team in the pursuit of higher justice and truth. You also possess certain qualities that are a 'million levels' over my own, and...given the general outcome when we work together, I had started to think that, because of said differences, we compliment each other rather nicely...

...At work, you tend to make up for what I generally lack. If it were not for you, I would still be plagued by nightmares nearly each night. I am grateful for all that you have done and I am utterly indebted. I see. I...I knew I should have paid you more for your services. You deserved far more than that... I don't understand how this could have escaped me all this time. It explains so much... I am sorry... If only I were cognizant of this before, I would have had a far better understanding of--...[he trails off.]--...

...some 'friend' I am, hm?

[He's speechless throughout this surprisingly wordy explanation, clenching the black shell still in his fist and trying, in the moonlight, to watch Edgeworth's expression as carefully as possible while he talks.]

Miles--no, first of all, I don't want money from you. You're a wealthy guy, I'm not, and I'm inclined to a little embarrassment about that when I'm with you, but it's not a friendship-breaking problem.

And anyway, it's so much more than enough "payment" for me to know you don't have nightmares anymore because of me. That's... incredible, really. You have no idea what that does for me--makes me just puff up with all this joy in my heart that I could help you like that. And...

...and you thinking of us as an effective team is...

[(Gushing a little too hard, there, Phoenix. Settle down.) He takes a slow breath.]

...it's really, really good to hear you say that. I'm sorry for feeling intimidated by you, but believe me, it's no fault of yours.

The fact that you do - well, still do, rather - was lost to me. And while I do know that you are not seeking money from me, it doesn't change the fact that what I had gained because of your help and influence is priceless. Paying you more was the least I could have done in return. I should have had the better conscience about me to do so before.

I don't think I would've taken it if you'd tried--and even if, for some reason, I had, I don't think it would've changed a thing about how I feel right now, in this damn castle on this stupid beach.

[Punctuating his adjectives with gestures, he continues.]

So I feel inadequate next to you... is that really so hard to understand? You have the world at your feet. A fancy car, adoring fans, and everything you want you can get if you just snap your fingers. I'm only human. Of course I feel like I can't measure up to that kind of success. Why you even see me is beyond my understanding, and the fact that you like me just boggles my mind. I believe you... but I don't really get it.

[After taking that all in, he stays silent for several seconds before the weight of the words cause for his knees to buckle...he falls to his knees before leaning back to sit upon his shins. Speechless, he fixes his gaze upon the moonlit waters, those heavy words teeming throughout his head...]

Miles! Are you okay?

[And he's on his knees, too, hands on Edgeworth's shoulders and gripping tightly.]

What is it? What did I do?

[He gently pats one of those hands on his shoulder.]

...Nothing. It's quite alright.

[He bites his lip. Should one have a trained-enough ear, one may hear a small 'sniff' from beneath his silver bangs...]

Hmph. Do you recall at the end of the case when I had asked if you had wanted to switch places? The offer still stands... [His voice degrades into a morose laugh of sorts...]

I don't want to switch places.

[He's tried to contain himself, really he has, but he's a touchy-feely person by nature, and someone very important to him is sniffling and emotional...

...so, forget inhibition; he wraps his arms tightly around Edgeworth and proclaims]

I like you the way you are!

Hmph.

[The hug doesn't surprise him, be it that it was coming from Mr. Affectionate himself, but with all the utter embarassment of being on the verge of losing certain composure on display for Phoenix to see, he immediately attempts to regain it as if nothing had happened. He inhaled deeply, actually enjoying the bit of human contact this time around. Turning his head against Phoenix's cheek, a small semblance of a smirk appears as he speaks lowly, and close to his ear...]

...Objection.