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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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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.

[That soft-spoken word against his ear certainly has an effect on Phoenix, although it's probably not the kind that was intended. It's all he can do not to shiver at it, and even so, he presses Edgeworth more tightly into this painfully predictable hug.]

It's myself I have a problem with--not being able to keep up with you. I want to be--

[He won't finish the thought--"good enough for you."]

"...[my] friend"? Is that what you were going to say? [Since...that's generally what he would say. Though Edgeworth, at this point, decides to hold back on stating the real reason for his, 'Objection,' seeing that it would more than likely bring the man down more than he already seemed to be.]

...no, that isn't what I was going to say, but it's no matter.

[Abruptly, he lets go the hug and sits down on his knees in the sand, hoping distantly that the darkness hides his face well enough to keep the bare emotions there from showing.]

You don't believe me that I like you the way you are?

[He simply closes his eyes and shakes his head.]

[Phoenix groans at that--a pained, quiet sound tending slightly toward a whimper--and rakes his hands through his hair. In this half-moment, he truly fears he might do something much too rash to prove just how wrong Edgeworth is, but the rough hug was already pushing it, he felt certain.

Maybe he lingers too long looking at Edgeworth, sitting there with his eyes shut and that forlorn expression, but he's lost for what to do, and his chest and stomach feel like exploding and everything... hurts.

And everything makes terrible sense, and his words are heavy despite their low volume.]

You don't know the half of it.

[...and that only makes him certain that he doesn't want to explain his reasons at the very moment.]

...I can very much guarantee that neither do you.

[...and yet, in terms of subject matter, they could very well be meaning very different things. Edgeworth, having concealed plenty of shortcomings that being called the 'Demon Prosecutor' barely scratched the surface of, there were just...far too many things that he had hoped to keep away from Phoenix (and anyone who had retained some sort of respect for him), but oddly enough, now thought that it one day may be necessary to share with him. This, however, was definitely not the time.]

No, I... I'm sure I don't.

[And there's nothing else to it. There's no understanding, and yet somehow it's the lack that hangs almost tangible in the air.

Phoenix sits and tries to silently keep his mind from falling apart as he wonders, wildly, if maybe he should just walk out into the ocean and give up now while he still can.

In a mental standoff with himself, he does nothing but gaze at the moon.]

[He looks over at Phoenix for several seconds before...suddenly erupting into a fit of subdued laughter.]

[It takes him a moment to notice the laughter.]

...are you laughing at me?

Nonsense. I am laughing at myself. Only I would be the sort of person to make an effort to cheer you up and end up making you feel worse.

I thought we were both trying to cheer each other up.

[He's talking a bit more normally, now, but his eyes are still glassy and he can't seem to look at Edgeworth.]

Well, in that case, it is appreciated.

...what are you even talking about? Two seconds ago you were laughing about this hopeless situation.

What 'hopeless situation' are you referring to?

This.

[He gestures to the both of them.]

Us. This mess.

[Oh god it's such a mess.]

Elaborate.

...no.

As you wish.

I guess I... should be going.

[He stumbles to his feet and dusts lamely at all the sand sticking to his knees, wanting nothing more than to take this opportunity to run away in tears.]

Already? Did we not just arrive?

...you're right. There's something else I need to do first.

[He turns to march resolutely toward the water.]

[Well, this is unusual. His brows furrow, and...for some unknown reason, jumps to his feet upon seeing Phoenix walk towards the water.]

[He manages to get about calf-deep into the ocean before finding himself a little too afraid of the vast black water to go any further out. It's from there that he sucks in a deep breath and then lets loose an enormous shout, as hard and loud as he possibly can manage. It isn't so much a scream as it is a yell formed out of all the agony he's been wading through today. Everything he can't have is in that shout, and it ends in a sob he can't bite back.]