This is pretty much the first PW fic I've written, really. Not much of a storyline, just little things I like to think happen. :D
Obviously P/E living together. Cliched, I know, but i love them. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Phoenix Wright or Miles Edgeworth, sadly. I just wish I did.
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The ritualistic coin-flip carried out in the court recess had decided that it was Edgeworth's house they would be staying at that night. Both lawyers had a tendency to… clash when it came to making decisions. Neither could quite accept it wasn't a courtroom they were in, sarcasm and arguments competing to be proven right. It was their sheer incapability not to argue that led to the solution they now used for the majority of the time: Phoenix had insisted it be left to "The all powerful hands of fate".
"And you think this rests in the toss of a coin?" Miles had his suspicions.
"Its as good a place as any for it." Phoenix grinned with the smugness of a winning trial battle.
"….fine, just hurry up before we have to go back in, Wright."
"Phoenix." It was the one thing Phoenix always insisted upon, yet the one thing that Edgeworth never quite seemed able to manage.
"Whatever, just do it." Tails meant Edgworth.
"My place it is, then." A slight sigh accompanied this, as though he hadn't quite expected to have to return to his own home that night. Truth be told, Edgeworth actually liked Phoenix's little apartment; it had felt more like home than any place he could remember. Though his sarcasm hid it well.
"Awesome, that means we'll have decent food for once." Phoenix smiled again. The bailiff signalled that it was time for them to go back in again.
"… I wouldn't count on it, Wright."
"Phoenix."
"…Phoenix."