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[What if...] [RL 1]
Sep. 25th, 2008 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samuraiprosecutorWho: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
What: Personal virus affecting Edgeworth.
Where: Edgeworth and Phoenix's home.
When: Saturday morning.
He awakened slowly, as he usually did on the weekends. He drifted lazily out of sleep, allowed himself those precious minutes of half-consciousness, and then, finally, spared a few more moments on the simple pleasure of a soft bed below him and a warm comfor--
A warm limb, stretched casually across his chest... When peripheral vision showed him the vague, somewhat flattened outline of dark spikes beside him Edgeworth was lost in a few panicked seconds of deja vu. He tensed and turned his head to stare at the (unfortunately familiar) form huddled beside (and, dear god, on top of) him.
What: Personal virus affecting Edgeworth.
Where: Edgeworth and Phoenix's home.
When: Saturday morning.
He awakened slowly, as he usually did on the weekends. He drifted lazily out of sleep, allowed himself those precious minutes of half-consciousness, and then, finally, spared a few more moments on the simple pleasure of a soft bed below him and a warm comfor--
A warm limb, stretched casually across his chest... When peripheral vision showed him the vague, somewhat flattened outline of dark spikes beside him Edgeworth was lost in a few panicked seconds of deja vu. He tensed and turned his head to stare at the (unfortunately familiar) form huddled beside (and, dear god, on top of) him.
