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Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
What: The No Consequences virus turns out to be conveniently timed.
Where: Edgeworth's Apartment
When: Non-canon DDD, Christmas Eve 2020
Under these circumstances, the view was surprisingly enjoyable. With his third glass in hand, it was easy enough to let his vision lose focus as he stared down at the city below, blurring the scene just enough so that the street, festooned with garlands and covered in gaudy decorations, became only a painting of lights, brilliant and non-specific.
Edgeworth glanced over at his companion; Wright had far more reason to enjoy the sight, and his gentle smile testified that he was doing just that. Edgeworth's lips quirked in return, the smallest flash of movement on his pale, otherwise impassive face, then he turned back to the view, leaning more heavily on the railing and taking a sip of his wine.
This did seem to be well on the way to becoming a tradition.
What: The No Consequences virus turns out to be conveniently timed.
Where: Edgeworth's Apartment
When: Non-canon DDD, Christmas Eve 2020
Under these circumstances, the view was surprisingly enjoyable. With his third glass in hand, it was easy enough to let his vision lose focus as he stared down at the city below, blurring the scene just enough so that the street, festooned with garlands and covered in gaudy decorations, became only a painting of lights, brilliant and non-specific.
Edgeworth glanced over at his companion; Wright had far more reason to enjoy the sight, and his gentle smile testified that he was doing just that. Edgeworth's lips quirked in return, the smallest flash of movement on his pale, otherwise impassive face, then he turned back to the view, leaning more heavily on the railing and taking a sip of his wine.
This did seem to be well on the way to becoming a tradition.
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Idly swirling his second glass of wine, he turned to Edgeworth with a small smile. "It's a nice night, huh?"
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"A nice enough night, when one has the proper attire," he finally responded, a hint of teasing in his voice.
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Suppressing a shudder, he folded his arms across his chest and took a small sip of wine, hoping the alcohol would help generate some heat.
"It wasn't this cold when I left my place," he muttered.
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"I'm not too cold yet," he said, turning his gaze on the man beside him. With a smirk, he added, "But if you want to go inside, I won't object."
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Finally, he gave a gentle shake of his head and turned away.
“In a bit, then. I’m not eager to start on whatever vapid holiday fare you’ve chosen for us this year.”
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"They're not 'vapid holiday fare'," he protested with mock indignation. "They're classics."
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"I don't know," he said honestly. "It's been a long time since I've seen 'It's a Wonderful Life'..."
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“More so than the other one, I’ll admit. At least I can be reasonably sure it won’t contain any tasteless lines about women’s nipples,” he muttered, as he leaned heavily against the railing again, his arms resting on the cold metal.
Even with that promising prospect to look forward to, he was already resigning himself to cutting their time on the balcony short soon. His suit jacket had become more of a hindrance than help, seeming to only heighten the chill in the air as it passed through the cold fabric.
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"I think that'd be a safe bet," he said.
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“You know, when I signed on as a friend, I don’t recall ‘must endure bad films’ being listed under the job description.” As he said it, the wind suddenly picked up, blowing his bangs across his eyes. He gripped his arms more tightly, leaning slightly toward Wright in an effort to mutually blunt the force of the gusts.
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The plot of the film they were about to “enjoy,” if it could be called that, suddenly ran unbidden through his mind, taking on a frightening, wondrous new meaning.
“And what a tragedy that would have been,” he finally managed to get out, and there was a weightiness underlying his wry tone.
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"Well, at least you won't have to worry about it tomorrow," he said after a moment, trying to make light of the subject. The humor wasn't quite there, though.
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"What's wrong?"
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He stood stark still, stunned into silence, his mouth twitching in a vain effort to form words.
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