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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.

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Edgeworth glanced up at the sound, startled until the smile on his companion’s face made him realize what the noise had meant. Hesitantly, he allowed an answering smile, small but genuine, to cross his lips.

“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.

"It was in the fine print," Phoenix answered with a smirk. He noted the way Edgeworth was holding himself and thought he must look much the same. It was definitely getting chillier...

An amused snort of laughter issued from Edgeworth, and he matched Wright’s smirk easily. “The one time I neglected to read it, of course. I might have saved myself a great deal of trouble.”

"But then you'd have missed out on the great benefits." The response was almost cheeky, and Phoenix knew it. In fact, he had a suitable grin to accompany it.

The playfulness seemed to escape Edgeworth. The look he threw at his friend was indeterminable, almost somber, and he held it for a long time. Heedless of the strangeness of his own stare, he studied his friend’s familiar features, subconsciously memorizing them as he’d done hundreds of times before.

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.

Phoenix's smile faltered at his friend's words, unsure of what they meant but certain he had somehow hit a nerve. He averted his gaze in response and looked down on the city once more.

"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.

“Thankfully.” The view apparently forgotten, Edgeworth continued to watch him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Phoenix hummed in response and idly tapped his glass, suppressing another shiver as yet another breeze blew by. Thinking it was about time to seek shelter from the cold (and from the awkward silence that inevitably threatened to overtake them) he turned towards Edgeworth, intent on motioning him to the door. The other man's look gave him pause, however, and he frowned in question.

"What's wrong?"

Edgeworth had no idea what possessed him to move, but only the freedom of knowing the act would mean nothing was able to keep him slowly going forward. They were already close; closing the distance between them, even at such a pace, happened quickly. Before his own actions had completely sunk in, his face was hovering centimeters from Wright’s, his eyes averted to his companion’s lips.

Edited 2009-10-29 05:21 (UTC)

It wasn't until Edgeworth was mere centimeters away that Phoenix realized what was happening. Immediately, his stomach dropped and his mouth went dry, but no matter how loudly his mind screamed in protest, he couldn't bring himself to move or say anything.

He stood stark still, stunned into silence, his mouth twitching in a vain effort to form words.

Consequences or no, Edgeworth didn’t want to allow the situation itself to be more uncomfortable than necessary. Those words wouldn’t be any he wanted to hear, he was quite sure of that. So he simply stopped them from coming, leaning forward the last few centimeters to silence his friend.

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