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You say yes, I say no

WHO: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Shotaro Kaneda
WHERE: Nonah 005
WHEN: The afternoon of Saturday the 13th. The unluckiest day of the week.
WHAT: Edgeworth goes to check up on a friend, and comes across an old, old friend instead. What a delightful reunion this will be.
WARNINGS: Emotional constipation

[Edgeworth hasn't been to Nonah 005 enough for it to be a regular occurrence, but he's been there enough to be a familiar face. What brings him here today is Ken Amada. Or rather, Ken Amada's things. The boy left a notebook here the last time he visited, and it's best to return it before school begins again. So he strides to the door and rings the bell, still ignorant of the house's newest resident.]

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[A new resident who, after a week of being harassed, messed with, petted (long story) and adopted (longer story), is finally starting to feel like he fits in, a little. Just a little.]

I got it!

[Opening the door is a bit of a surprise - because he swears he's seen this person before. But he can't place where. Something about the eyes? Maybe? He puts it in the back of his mind, running a hand through the feathered underside of his hair.]

Yes? Can I help you?

Hrk!

[Edgeworth nearly chokes on his own tongue when he sees Phoenix in the doorway. He may not be the same boy he remembers, but he's seen him on the network enough to recognize him. What the hell is he doing here?!]

I...

[Okay. Okay, he. He doesn't seem to recognize him. Good. That's good. He can work with this. So Edgeworth clears his throat and straightens his posture]

...I have something belonging to Ken Amada. He left it at my house.

[A pause. That sounds weird, doesn't it? He has to explain that]

He's, ah, friends with my housemate.

[Friends, huh? That... well, that sounds reasonable enough. He narrows his eyes a bit, but it doesn't seem like he has anything to hide.]

Ken, huh...? Alright, that's fair.

[He turns back into the house, shouting above what's probably a chaotic din within.]

Ken! Someone's at the door for you!

[That's... a -really- sharp voice.]

[And who should poke his head out to see who's at the door? Not Ken, he's too tall to be Ken. Wrong hair colour, too.

Nope, it's definitely Kaneda, chewing on a poptart as he works his way out of the kitchen like a curious dog, making his way over until he's past the stairs and in the foyer of the place.

Oh. It's just Edgeworth.]

How do you keep getting in here?!

[He's calling for Ken? Why is he calling for Ken?! Ugh, why couldn't he just take the notebook himself? No matter. He can still salvage the situation. And besides, when was the last time Ken actually called him by his proper name? His secret is safe, so long as-]

Hrk!

[-so long as the pack of idiots that live here don't interfere. Edgeworth glares at Kaneda, before shoving the notebook in Phoenix's hands]

I'm returning your housemate's things - or did you forget why he was at my house in the first place?

[In other words, keep your mouth shut, Kaneda]

[Something didn't feel right. Not that Nick could put his finger on it. But before he could make a move otherwise, the notebook gets shoved unceremoniously into his hands.]

Well... uh... thanks?

[He doesn't really ask Kaneda exactly what this guy's deal is, but he does turn his head an arch an eyebrow, trying to communicate some clear confusion. What is happening here.]

Guess I...did.

[Honestly, he DOESN'T remember why Ken went to his house. Then again, Ken kept his own agenda some (most) days. He never really asks.

But at Nick's confusion, he can only shrug.]

's just how the guy was born, I guess. Like someone shoved a tire iron up his ass when he was five and never got it taken out.

Right, Edgeworth?

[Edgeworth starts to grit his teeth as he resists the urge to glower at Kaneda. Normally he'd snipe back at him, but the longer he stays, the longer he risks being ou-OH SON OF A MOTHERFUCK.]

Hrk! You...you-!

[All color drains from Edgeworth's face, before it turns bright pink with rage. Despite his best efforts, he's been outed. Outed! Outed by that loudmouth, musclebrained idiot of a manboy! Before he can say another word, though, he turns on his heel and begins to walk away.]

I don't have to take this!

[And Edgeworth stomps off, walking as fast as he can without breaking out into a run. Urgh! Forget dignity, he can't risk being in the same house as that nincompoop and that... that strange futureman! He refuses!]</small

Edited 2016-04-10 07:45 (UTC)

[It takes a moment for the pieces to click into place. Even as he hears the name, it doesn't fit until he sees the man sputter and go pink in the face with indignant frustration.

Edgeworth.]

Edgeworth!?

[He's hardly recognized him, how in the world could he have mistaken him? It's all -actually- clear to Nick now. His mannerisms, the verbal tics, the hair color-]

H-Hey, Edgeworth! Wait up!

[He's following out the door, Eggy. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE MAN]

[NNNNOPE nope nope nope. Edgeworth is not waiting. He is not slowing down. In fact, he's speeding up into a full blown powerwalk. Of all the things he's willing to deal with, Phoenix Wright is not one of them.]

Edgeworth!? What's with you!?

[GUESS WHO'S POWERWALKING AFTER YOU he might not be as muscular as Edgeworth, but he did have to bike everywhere, you know. He's not gonna just let you powerwalk away from him.]

Edited 2016-04-10 17:33 (UTC)

[Curse Phoenix Wright and his rigorous cardio routine! Edgeworth grits his teeth and continues to march down the sidewalk.]

I have nothing to say to you! Just... just go away!

Edgeworth! What's gotten into you!?

[ Because of course he doesn't understand what the hell has gotten into (or haven't gotten into) Edgeworth. ]

[And, miracle of miracles, Edgeworth actually stops and turns around. There's a scowl in his face and he's not looking at him so much as glaring at him, but at least it's eye contact, right?]

Look at me, Wright.

[Edgeworth gestures to his face for emphasis. Even with his dour expression, his features are still softer than the last time they met. The bags under his eyes are faded (or more competently hidden), his skin is smooth, and his jawline is just a hair more delicate than before. He looks less like the man he knew, and more like a teenager or university student throwing a tantrum.]

When was the last time you saw me?

[ Phoenix stops. The details he starts to pick up- Edgeworth looks. Young. Younger than him. Was that right? He knew there were some level of displacement at work, but- ]

...I'd seen you recently, back home, before I left on a trip.

(But you were older...?)

[ The gears are spinning in Phoenix's head as fast as they were able to, but something wasn't really clicking about what this Edgeworth's issue was with him. ]

...Why?

Because the last time I saw you, we were in grade school!

[He drops his hand at his side, and he continues to glare at him, not breaking eye contact for even a moment.]

So let me make one thing clear. You don't know me. I don't know you, nor do I wish to. You're a stranger, Wright, and nothing more!

Edited 2016-05-01 02:43 (UTC)

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