Edgeworth cleans up…
Not bothering to knock, the fuchsia clad man entered the small apartment. The door hardly open, he stopped in disgust.
"This is inexcusable! When did you last see your floor?" he shouted at the man somewhere in the mess. A black spiked head popped out from behind what seemed to be a newspaper covered couch. "Can you help me find my case notes? They were next to a coffee cup…and there's a patch of floor by your feet."
Hands clenched in discomfort, Miles Edgeworth stepped gingerly around several pairs of mismatched shoes, an umbrella, and what looked like a bag of garbage. "If you cleaned once in a while you wouldn't have this problem you know..."
A cry emitted from under what he assumed was the coffee table. "I wondered where that tie went!" A shiver ran down Edgeworth's spine.
"God, I can't take it anymore! Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?" He cried whipping off his starched jacket.
"Somewhere under the sink?" came the reply, now from a pile of dirty clothes…or rags. Placing his jacket carefully on an exposed chair back, Edgeworth approached the overflowing sink. Nose wrinkled in disgust, he rolled back his sleeves and bent to look in the cupboard. Cobwebs clung to the dusty bottles of Windex and toilet cleaner. With a sigh, he grabbed what looked like a towel and sponge before running water into the dishes. Lips pulled taut, he began to remove weeks of build up. Not long after, Phoenix's voice cried out in joy.
"Found it! Right by the coffee, as I thought…but why is the coffee under the chair…?" Turning from his post at the sink, Edgeworth called "Wright, get to work on the mess you call a living room right now or…I'll…aaaaarrrrrgghghh..."
Taking the lack of speech as a serious threat, Phoenix started to move papers from the couch and table, stuffing them into convenience store bags with leftovers of past meals. Shoving the shoes, umbrella and some random winter clothing into the closet by the front door, he left the bags for when he went out. Things were starting to be recognizable. He pulled the dirty clothes into a basket for later.
Edgeworth meanwhile had completed the dishes and was working on sanitizing every surface in the kitchen. Soon he almost felt comfortable sitting on the chair to catch his breath. Looking around, he was satisfied that though not the sparkle of his own magnificent kitchen it was at least passable now. Wright stepped in and whistled appreciatively. "Never seen it look this nice…Good work, Edgey!" Placing a hand on the seated man's shoulder, he leaned over to place a kiss on the startled brow. "What in God's name, was that for?!" sputtered a stunned Miles. "Nothing except the gratitude of this filthy man…" winked Phoenix.
Standing slowly, Miles reached up to grip Phoenix's chin. "Filthy is it? I'm sure I can take care of that too…" as he pressed his lips to those of the waiting man.
The end…