In the cold weather he could feel his lips cracking. Miles cringed in spite of himself. He was never one for frigid temperatures. He could barely retain heat in a moderate climate. There was a reason he wore a cravat.

Rubbing his bare hands together furiously, he reviewed elements of his current case as he waited. The victim's name was Ahmey Danza. She was an accomplished salsa teacher, with many enemies. She was found in her apartment, stabbed in the back through her mattress. The murder weapon hadn't been found, but analysis found bamboo splinters lining the wound. The court was convinced it was a ninja.

He scoffed aloud at the idea, eliciting an obscure look from the woman adjacent to him.

The defendant was a vegan baker, Gnau Eigss, an ex-buisiness partner of hers. They had had plans of opening a dinner theater but she was funneling cash out for her dance studio. Mr. Eigss, held a very intense grudge. He said so himself the day the body was discovered. Of course, motive wasn't the only reason Miles suspected him.

"Edgeworth?!"

Miles opened his eyes slowly.

"Yes?" He replied, bemused by Wright's incredulous gaze.

"What are you doing taking the bus?"

"My car is out of commision."

"I figured that much! Just… why the bus?"

Miles lifted a perfectly plucked brow.

"What is wrong with the bus?"

"Nothing. It's just you always seem… I don't know… too good for normal people stuff."

"Normal people stuff?"

"You know. Busses, greetings, bills… ties." Phoenix galnced at his cravat.

The other brow went up.

"Noted," Miles replied and returned his attention to his mental reassessment of the case.

"Find anything interesting on Ms. Danza's killer?"

Miles peeked at him yet again, smirking humoredly.

"Aside from not being a ninja?"

"I don't know why Gumshoe got the court on that. It definitely wasn't a ninja."

"You're right-"

"Yes I am."

Miles rolled his eyes and clammed shut.

"So I take it that means nothing new?" Phoenix continued.

"You expect the lead prosecutor on this case to discuss details with you? I supposed I declared the end of your greenhornery too soon."

"It doesn't have to be anything big. Do you have any leads?"

Miles laughed.

"Do your own work, Wright," He chided while huffing into his palms. It seemed to have gotten even colder as he stood there. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or if his fingertips were actually turning blue.

"Not even for gloves?"

Phoenix held them out. They were thin, and almost looked to be woven of the cheapest thread available. They didn't look warm, but anything was an improvement at this point.

Miles sighed, conceding. Eagerly slipping them on he mumbled some halfhearted theory and location, and continued rubbing his hands together.

Phoenix grinned and posed confidently like he always did in court.

"I'll check it out," he crowed, and ran off in the other direction eagerly. As the bus came into view Miles smirked. He was already preparing a list of contradictions for what Wright would find.

There was no way he could bluff out of this.

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