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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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Take it as a compliment and stay with me a bit more, will you?

...only because you asked nicely.

...There you go. Now...why don't you also show me that you do trust me as you say...and allow me to teach you how to swim one of these days?

...At the beach, I mean.

I don't ask you to let me take you for elevator rides to prove you trust me...

[Even so, he's silently agreeing to this proposition, for completely selfish reasons.]

...Alright, alright. I will let you off the hook this time.

Though, I could save you from drowning should you panic. If were were to happen upon a faulty elevator, there is no amount of assistance from you that would prevent us from being...as you would say, 'totally screwed.'

[He definitely mutters something about "climbing out" and "pulling to safety" but he lets the matter go; no need to talk elevators with Edgeworth and ruin an otherwise tolerable moment.]

I can give you a maybe.

[A pause.]

It's hard not to be really relaxed in this water, isn't it?

A 'maybe'? Well, if that isn't progress...

It isn't so bad now, is it?

I guess not... but mostly, I think it's just getting to my brain and making me feel a false sense of security...

...A 'false sense of security'? About what, pray tell?

...I'd think "being naked in a bath with you" would be the obvious answer to that.

Ah, I had almost forgotten that was a concern. Worry not, my friend. You have nothing to fear from me. As I said before, I may be a gay man, but I do have my standards.

[Oh. Burn.]

...yeah, and we're back to me being inadequate.

[He forces a laugh to prove that was a carefree statement.]

Oh, come now, I didn't mean it in such a manner.

[He's not sure there's any other way to take "I may swing that way but I have standards," but again, it's not worth arguing.]

I don't really care about being here with you just because you're gay, you know. That doesn't really have anything to do with it.

If you say so. You owe me no explanation, though it admittedly still strikes my curiosity... [His eyes droop and his head slowly tilts to the side. He quickly replaces empty space with an arm, propping his head up as if catching himself from falling over sideways.]

[Don't expect that to go unnoticed.]

Miles? You okay?

Of course. Why do you ask?

You looked a little rough there for a second...

[It takes him a bit to realize that he is starting to feel a bit light-headed.]

...Actually, now that I think on it...perhaps...perhaps I should-...

Go on, get out of the bath. People aren't made to sit in these things for a long time, anyway.

[He heads back toward where he left his towel.]

[Easier said than done. He remains motionless, clutching his head as he attempts to realign himself with reality.]

[Well, at least Edgeworth isn't paying any attention to him right now. Phoenix climbs out of the bath and covers himself up with his towel before walking over to kneel beside Edgeworth's head.]

Miles. Do you need some help?

[He shakes his head.]

...No, thank you. I will...manage.

[Kneeling there, his own face still flushed hot, Phoenix reaches out gingerly to touch Edgeworth's head. It's a very light touch, and he murmurs along with it]

Come on. I'm worried about you.

[It's not easy to will his fingers to remain unmoving, as much as he wants to play with that gray hair.

Not that he would ever consciously admit such a thing to himself.]

[There is a semblance of a wry smile.]

...Don't push me in...

[He then begins to slump slowly forward, unbeknownst to himself despite still being conscious.]